This choice: "You can help me spy on Maggie! I think she's planning one of her pranks." • Go Back...Chapter #5Counter-Pranking Espionage by: Steamgear   Ken made a noise that equal parts a sigh of relief and a groan of frustration. On one hand, now that he had spent only a few life threatening minutes at diminished height, all he wanted to do was get the tests done and return to his normal size. On the other hand though, spying on Maggie wasn't the worst thing to be asked and he could indeed relate to Sophie's plights. In fact, the more he thought about it, the better it sounded, he could finally stop one of the young girl's pranks before they started. Plus since Sophie still held the shrink ray, he didn't have much of a choice. Though brushed his helplessness aside by the thought of getting a bit of revenge on the annoying pranksteress.
"Okay, I'll help," Ken replied, "But then we do the tests. You have to promise me that."
"Okay, okay, I promise," Sophie replied with a giggle that made her honesty seem a little dubious, "Now just wait here, I need to grab some stuff."
With that Sophie set Ken down a top her desk and ran out of the room, dropping the shrink ray off on a table before she exited. With Sophie gone, Ken took a few minutes to survey the room. He briefly entertained the idea of escaping and hiding somewhere in the room, but just as quickly pushed it aside. For starters he had already agreed to a rather reasonable request from his giantess of a friend. There was also the fact that Sophie was a necessary element to operating the shrink ray. Either way Ken wouldn't have had a lot of time for a daring escape, Sophie returned no more than a minute later.
As she entered the room, Ken took a moment to take in how utterly massive she was. Strolling gingerly through the door, she rose up further than any skyscraper should be allowed to, making him feel like an insect before her. Even on the desk, her steps shock the ground and moved the earth from Ken's perspectives. Ken gave a bit of a gulp, for some reason feeling smaller in the open than he had in the palm of this very girl. Sophie approached and with a slight smile, not of malicious intent, but of simple excitement and happiness, put Ken at ease. She just as easily shattered the relaxed atmosphere as she dropped a building sized stack of neatly folded shirts and pants a few feet away from Ken. As the made impact, a wave of displaced air knocked Ken to his back.
"So here's the plan," Sophie began as Ken got back on his feet, "This is Maggie's clean laundry. You're going to hide here and I'll take it to her room, so she doesn't get suspicious. From there, you'll find out what prank Maggie is up to. After a few minutes, I'll come back in and tell Maggie I accidentally mixed up our clothes. At that point, I'll retrieve you and you can tell me what my little sis is up to."
Ken nodded his approval to the plan as he took it to heart, not wanting to miss something and end up stranded in the 15-year old's room. In the back of his mind, Ken couldn't help but be a bit amazed at how quickly Sophie had come up with this plan.
"Okay, climb in," Maggie commanded as she lifted up a few shirts at the top of the pile gesturing Ken to climb in.
Ken wordlessly complied, getting into his hiding place after a little difficulty climbing up.
"Good luck," Sophie replied with a giggle, before gently lowering the shirts down on top of him.
Ken soon found himself immersed in an almost comfortable darkness. The shirts surrounding himself were of a comfortable, breathable cotton, ensuring their occupant had a ride devoid of such perils as lack of oxygen or overheating. Meanwhile, as Sophie picked up the clothes and began walking, Ken felt himself swaying as though he were in a rocking chair. The rocking combined with the soft fibers wrapped around him made Ken almost tempted to fall asleep as his eyes grew a bit heavy. In the background, Ken faintly heard Sophie and Maggie exchanging pleasantries, the muffled voices a distant lullaby to him.
Of course with every slumber, comes an annoying alarm clock. Ken felt as the clothes were placed, not so gently on some surface, jolting him out of his semi-sleep. Ken shook his head as be recalled Sophie's plan to mind before beginning his crawl towards a crack of light streaming in from between the clothing.
Ken emerged from beneath the big top-esque expanse of fabric and blinked like a newborn as he returned to the normal world he was now shrunken in. Looking around, Ken saw the ceiling much closer than it should be as well as an endless plain of wood below him. Ken tried to piece together the puzzle, but rather fortunately he hadn't been shrunken long enough to recognize familiar places on a more micro-scale. Not content to keep guessing and knowing he probably wouldn't have much time before his extraction returned in the form of Sophie, Ken dropped out of the clothes pile and began creeping towards the eye of the plane of wood. As he neared the edge, the floor began to quiver, much like it had when Sophie entered the room before. Looking out into the distance, Ken saw the ponytail-topped head of his espionage target moving from one side of the room and disappearing below his field of vision.
Ken continued creeping towards the edge where the ponytail's owner had vanished. A sudden rush of vertigo fell over Ken as he reached the edge of his formerly small world. The expanse of wood had merely been the top of a series of dresser drawers on top of which her clean laundry had been deposited. Looking down, Ken felt the tips of his fingers tremble as he looked down from a seemingly impossible height, surely the Empire State Building couldn't be as tall.
Ken took a few deep breaths as he braced himself on the ledge, getting down on all fours. Below he could see that Maggie had "disappeared" off to her desk. A table squished between her bed and dresser, small enough to be missed even at normal size. What's more it appeared she was hard at work on something below, something Ken couldn't quite make out from his current height. Leaning forward, he squinted hard.
Down below Maggie was hard at work on a prank on her sister, one that she was quite pleased with in fact. She just had a few finishing touches to put on it. Turning to her right, she went to open a drawer.
"Ow!" Maggie yelped in pain as she banged her elbow up against the dresser's size.
The teenager nursed her sore elbow as she sifted through the drawer. The event was common with her rooms awkward arrangement, but the pain and surprise never seemed to diminish. As she found what she was looking for, Maggie made a brief note to move the dresser a few more inches towards her closet.
Meanwhile Ken was left screaming as he plummeted through the air, suddenly a parachute-less skydiver. A split second ago he had been trying to get a better look at Maggie's project, next thing he knew the floor literally moved out from under his feet. As he divebombed towards the desk below, Maggie's prank became, not only clear, but also his salvation as he landed in _____.
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