"Wow, funny, the face on this clown looks just like Unc's. And you're right, he's got an envelope for me,"
Tod says extracting a tiny black envelope from your tiny felt hands.
He grins as he rips open the envelope. Tod frowns as he looks in the envelope, "No gift card, but this note -
uh, is interesting." His voice trails off as if lost in thought.]
Then he grins again, and laughs, "Probably, won't work, but it's worth a shot."
"What, Tod?"
"Oh, Unc sent me a magic box," Tod answered, and he put his palm on your head and pushed you down into the
box.
"Oh, I had one of those when I was a girl. You just have to find the secret compartment, and I bet the gift
card is inside there."
Tod closed the lid and headed to his room. He turns the crank, and watches you pop out again.
"Hey, Unc, who should I start with?"
He's flipping through his yearbook. He opens it to a page with a water polo player wearing only a Speedo.
"How about this one, Unc?"
Does he really know that the doll is you? Or is it just because the doll has his face? What does he mean
"How about this one?"
"Yeah, big man on campus, he bullied me all through middle school, now I'm going to cut him down to size with
your help."
He closes your lid leaving you in the dark.
He carries you some place. You hear noises and guess it's a gym locker room.
Pop goes the weasel!
"Hey, Unc, here's the Sam's swimmer's jockstrap, and a pubic hair too."
He shoves the stuff into the box, and compresses your spring, and closes the lid. The smell of chlorine and
sweat fills your nose. Your face is buried in the jockstrap pouch.
"Hey, Toad! Whatcha doing by my locker," a deep masculine voice.
The crank turns. "All around the mulberry bush...pop goes the weasel!"
You pop out. See Sam standing there wearing only a towel. A glowing beam of light shoots out from you hitting
Sam in the chest. Sam drops his towel. He rapidly shrinks.