Johnny and Derek tossed the equipment bags into the back of Coach McCormack's SUV. Slamming the trunk, Derek banged on the back of the car twice. "Later coach," he called out.
This was only met by Tom waving his arm out the window and starting to pull away.
"You gonna do it?" Johnny asked with anticipation.
"Hang on," Derek said as he lifted up the shrink ray, trying to hold it at an angle where the Coach would not see it coming from him.
"Annnnnd....now!" Derek said pulling the trigger of the remote.
The two pals watched with smiles ear to ear as their coach's car seemed to vanish from sight. The gas guzzling SUV had been reduced to the size of a Hot Wheels Car, as did its cargo and passengers. The two buds broke into laughter as they saw the tiny vehicle swerve and slam on the breaks. Tom must've been panicking.
Inside the car, poor Tom had no idea what had happened. He had gone from driving his car in the school parking lot to now driving across a seemingly endless asphalt plain. The only thing is that there massive tires supporting giant cars everywhere. It did not take Tom McCormack very long to realize what had happened. Somehow he had been reduced in size. His car now resembled a matchbox car, a child's toy.
Unfortunately, the seemingly harmless prank Derek and Johnny had just pulled off was about to have some unintended consequences. Unbeknownst the the boys, Coach McCormack was not actually headed home to his house just yet. In reality, he was simply pulling up a couple dozen parking spaces to the children's playground right next to the football field where he held practice.
At this park was his 8-year-old daughter Lily, she was playing at the park today while her dad was coaching, and he was just pulling up to let her know it was time to go home.
Derek and Johnny watched as a young girl started obliviously wandering into the path of the tiny car. "Dad?" the girl called out. Johnny and Derek instantly recognized the problem with this situation. They also recognized Lily and realized she was looking for Tom.
Tom was getting a terrifying close up view of his daughter. His "little girl" was getting way to close to him. She wore low shoes and tie-dye socks that barely peaked above her shoes. Her feet could easily demolish his vehicle, let alone his soft, squishy body.
"Daddy? Where are you?" she calls out again, her voice rattling her miniature father. She continued walking in the direct path of her father's car until what happens?
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