The Raccoon boy started to shrink and disapeared into his raccoon clothes. Next thing you know it a fly flies out of the pile of clothes.
"Why did you do that to me" says the raccoon boy but has a tiny voice
"I wanted you to pay for doing this to me."
"I had an antidote but it will be hard for me to use it"
"Is there any of that liquid left?"
"Yes there is, just pure it on me and maybe Ill turn back"
"Why you? Being a baby stinks"
"Becuase I know where it is and what it looks like and plus there is a few drops left and it wont affect you"
"Good point"
You pick up the bottle and look inside there is maybe a few drops left. The now fly boy goes on the ground and drop some on the liquid on him and...