The cat, taking a good look at the bottle of Jumbo Gro in his hand, went about searching the kitchen for food. If he could find something, all he had to do was give pour a little of the stuff from this special bottle on it and BOOM! Huge food.
Unfortunately he quickly ran into some issues.
First, the kitchen was pretty bare. Empty fridge, empty pantry, cabinet after cabinet with no food in it. Also, at his new size, he was practically destroying the whole room, leaving big gouges in the ceiling every time he raised his head too high, cracking the tile floors with his weight, bumping furniture with his overgrown rump and leaving piles of kindling.
Just when he was about to give up, he spotted it. A can of cat food. He excitedly snatched it up and used one of his newly enormous claws to rip the top of the can off before dumping the contents into his hand.
It was a teeny, tiny mouse. The little guy wouldn’t have been much of a snack even when the mouse was normal sized, but right now the mouse looked like he was the size of a marble in the cat’s huge hand. The cat’s huge mouth began to salivate over the tiny mouse who was just righting himself after being tumbled out of the can so harshly.
“Hey, wait a minute pal,” the mouse began, “what are you trying to do, eat…Holy Shit!” he screamed.
The cat had been raising the bottle of Jumbo Gro in his free hand, but the yell from the mouse stunned him for a moment. “Duh, what is it?” the cat asked, looking around the ruined kitchen to see what might have spooked the mouse so badly.
“You’re off script!” the mouse yelled. “You’re huge, giant, humongous, enormous. Big even.”
“Well, yeah,” the cat answered, confused.
“There’s a way this story is supposed to play out and you messed it up, you big galoot! Have you even seen the canary?!?”
“There’s a bird?” the cat asked, already starting to plan out his second meal for when he was done with this mouse.
“Of course there is, but you’re not supposed to be this big yet. If you just get giant and eat everybody then how are any of the rest of us supposed to grow?”
The cat was lost. He just scratched his head.
“Here,” the mouse said, trying to take control of the situation, “so you got big too soon. We can fix that. We just need to let the others catch up. Let’s go get that canary, she’s in a cage in the next room. She’s supposed to get big enough to scare you, so we’re just going to have to grow her even bigger than you are right now. Ugh, she’s not supposed to get that big, but we’ll deal with it. Just keep me with you, I’ll make sure we get this fixed up.”
The cat was looking at the mouse, then at the bottle of Jumbo Gro in his hand. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but the mouse sounded like he knew, so the cat shrugged and made his way to the next room, smashing through the doorframe with his rump and nearly taking out the whole wall. He at least made sure to keep the mouse safe in his paw.
“Right there?” the cat asked, pointing to a covered birdcage.
“Yep, right there.”
The cat lifted the cover off of the birdcage to reveal a tiny, yellow sliver of a bird, even smaller than the mouse.
“I’ve been sick,” she said.
The cat looked down at the mouse with frustration. But the noise just pointed to the bottle of Jumbo Gro. “Well, go ahead.”
The cat shrugged again before setting the mouse down on a nearby table, then carefully plucking the canary out of its cage and tipping the bottle back over her beak, giving the little, yellow bird a mouthful.
The bird shook for a moment before plumping up to the size of a pigeon, then a chicken, then a turkey. The cat set the canary down on the ground to watch the show as the canary grew larger and larger. She finally stopped growing when she was about a quarter the size of the enormous, room-filling cat, and she looked about her in shock.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that!” the mouse called up to the cat.
The cat wasn’t too sure. That canary looked huge and plump. She’d be a great meal right now. But, if big was good, then bigger was better, right? So he once again took the bottle and poured more down her throat.
The canary, for her part, had gone from shocked, to excited to scared as she grew. She was enormous, bigger than she’d ever thought possible. Yet here she was, staring up at this giant cat who was drooling over her. But when more of that drink hit her belly, that wonderful feeling returned and the canary’s fear began to slip away.
The cat dropped back on his butt to watch, shaking the foundation of the house. The canary began to grow all over again, thicker, heavier, plumper, taller. Her head hit the ceiling with a thump, then her hips widened enough to shift the furniture behind her.
The cat’s eyes were wide as he watched his meal grow.
The canary sat down heavily, also shaking the foundation of the house, and yet she kept growing. Crouching as low as she could, her next growth spurt still sent her head and shoulders through the ceiling into the attic. Then, with one final growth spurt, her head burst out the top of the house. The attic was filled with her chest and wings. The living room was filled with her rump and legs.
The cat had been knocked backwards through the wall of the house by the canary’s enormous, growing foot. He’d been staring at his huge meal too closely to realize that she’d become a bit too much for him to handle.
Outside, the cat shook his head and brushed off the rubble of the wall before looking up and up to where the canary’s head was sticking out of the roof. She was grinning down at him. But not in a nice way.
The cat, realizing his mistake, looked for the bottle, but didn’t see a thing, so he just took off running, smashing through a fence and hitting the road.
The canary stood, her huge form forcing the house to collapse all about her as she towered over it. Twice as tall as the roof used to be. Then with a mighty heave, she launched herself out of the house and after the cat, stomping heavily through the neighborhood.
The mouse, carefully picking his way out of the ruins of the house, was dragging the bottle of Jumbo Gro behind him as well as he could, since it was bigger than his whole body.
“Ugh, wish I could just skip to my turn, but I’ve got to get this thing back on track.”
He then spotted the dog, still sleeping in the backyard, not having risen even when the house very nearly exploded next to him. The noise went over and smacked the dog in the snout before tipping the bottle into the canine’s mouth.
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