A weak puff of smoke came from the pathetic remains of the lamp.
"Greatings Mortal," said a weak voice. Ethan couldn't believe his eyes. It was a genie. However, he didn't look too good. His eyes were barely open. He seemed to have trouble maintaining his current humanoid form and kept dissolving every couple of seconds into smoke, like a TV trying to get a signal.
He looked like he was dying.
"My lamp has been badly damaged. Make your wish quickly. My time is short."
Drake and Ethan spoke at the same time. But no one could hear what Ethan said over Drake's impossibly loud, "WISH THAT I'D NEVER MADE THESE WISHES!"
There was a pause.
"It is done," coughed the genie. And with that, he disappeared completely into thin air. The lamp, which had been shiny, went all dark and black. The genie was no more.
"Thanks man!" bellowed Drake with a huge smile on his face. Ethan smiled back. "Come on down, big guy!" he said with a happy grin.
A warm tingling feeling went through Drake. It seemed, from his point of view, that the floor was expanding. The walls and ceiling were moving farther and farther away.
Soon, Drake was able to stand up again. Slowly and controlled, he continued his descent, laughing.
"I feel like I'm in an elevator!"
"Dude, if only you could see yourself now! This is unbelievable."
The terrified students who had been trapped were looking on in amazement. Some ran for the exit, but a few others continued to stare with their mouths hanging open.
"I'll never forget this, man," said Drake, reaching down and placing a finger, then two, then three, and finally his entire hand on Ethan's shoulder."
"Don't worry about it. Although someone's gonna have to explain that huge crack you left in the floor over there."
Drake looked over his shoulder and the place where his elbow had pounded violently into the ground. He made a hissing noise as he inhaled. "Whoops!" he shrugged. The two friends laughed. Drake was almost eye-level with Ethan.
"But before we go anywhere, we're getting you some clothes man. Geeze, you're embarrassing yourself!" Ethan turned to go. "You can borrow my gym clothes. They're sweaty but they're better than nothing."
"Um, Ethan? Ethan?! ETHAN!!"
Ethan turned around quickly.
Drake was now a full head shorter than Ethan.
"WHAT DID YOU WISH FOR?!"
"Dude! Just like you said! I wished for you to be smaller again!" Drake continued to shrink. He now only came up to Ethan's naval.
"HOW MUCH SMALLER?!"
"I--I--I didn't say! I just said, 'Make Drake smaller again!'"
Drake was now only up to Ethan's knees. The shrinking seemed to stop for a moment.
"Dude! We've gotta get you to a doctor or something, bro!" Ethan shouted.
Another tingle, another pulse. The shrinking began again.
"No! NO! It's not stopping! Ethan! DO SOMETHING!"
"I don't know what to do man! I don't know what to do!"
Drake's tiny, naked body was now only a foot tall. He looked down at his hands and feet. The ceiling and walls were now miles away and Ethan towered above him like a giant. "HELP! What's happening?!"
Where moments ago, Ethan was amazed at the size of Drake's gigantic leg, the roles had now been reversed. Ethan's sneakers were now exploding in size before Drake's horrified eyes.
"Oh my...Oh MAN. You're not stopping!" said Ethan, cupping his hand to his mouth.
6 inches...
5 inches...
4...
"It stopped! Oh man! Drake, the shrinking stopped!"
Drake was frozen in fear, afraid to move, afraid the slightest movement would cause it to begin again.
He was 3 inches tall.
And with no genie to reverse it, it looked like Drake Steele was stuck that way.