Incredible Shrinking Kid!

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Authors: Tony Abbott
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    Then he went back for the mirror and pulled it over the pencil like a seesaw.
    â€œUm, now is not the time to play, Sean!” Mike said, his voice getting tinier and tinier.
    â€œIt’s an old trick my dad taught me,” Sean said. “Now comes the crazy part.”
    Sean climbed the wall and waved. “Hey, Moto-Morons! Over here! Yoo-hoo, Meat-o Heads!”
    That did the trick. The Moto-Men immediately jerked over to the Drive-in. Sean jumped down and crouched on one end of the mirror.
    WHIRRR! One Moto-Man climbed up to the top of the wall, towering over tiny Sean.
    â€œExterminate!” it sang.
    Sean jammed his thumbs in his ears and stuck out his tongue. “You have a lousy voice!”
    The giant blue metal Moto-Man began to jiggle. Its eyes flashed red sparks.
    â€œSo, toys have feelings, too!” said Mike.
    The Moto-Man leaped in robotic anger at the boys and landed right on the seesaw mirror.
    BOING! The boys went flying!
    Yes! It worked! The old “Wheat-O on the spoon” trick!
    But—oh, no!—the force was too great!
    The mirror shot up, hit the ceiling, and fell at the exact same time that Sean went blasting feetfirst across the shop!
    Suddenly, a face appeared at the shop door. Gruker hunched over the horrible machine. His nose flared wide with evil delight. “Good! More tiny leetle peep—peep— pooooth!”
    Sean’s stinky feet shot like bullets directly into the evil man’s nostrils!
    One in each.
    Gruker’s nose exploded in a huge snort. “I hate anchovies!”
    But it was too late! The evil toymaker’s evil hand had already hit the evil switch.
    Holly came bursting through the door, just as the room exploded in a blast of purple light!

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    The Zone That’s Weird
    Z ing! Zing! Zing! BLAMMO!
    Holly’s little mirror tumbled down in front of the shrinking gun at the exact instant the ray went off.
    â€œOoof!” gasped Sean, still in midair.
    â€œOoof!” gasped Mike, squished in his pocket.
    â€œOoof!” gasped Dr. Gruker, doubling over onto the floor.
    Smoke instantly filled the air.
    Sean crashed against a bunch of stuff and landed back in the middle of Main Street.
    He looked through the smoke and saw two figures jump up and run over to him. It was Holly and Jeff. Their footsteps echoed off the sides of the buildings.
    â€œOh, no!” cried Sean. “Not you, too!”
    Holly ran closer. “Sean, are you all right?”
    Sean stood up and dusted himself off. “Yeah, but, you guys. Man, I’m sorry. You’re—”
    â€œThat blast almost destroyed the whole shop,” said Jeff.
    â€œWhat?” asked Sean. Then, as the smoke cleared, Sean noticed something different about Main Street. It wasn’t made of sandpaper.
    He looked up. And there was sky over him! Real sky. Not a painted blue ceiling.
    He whirled around. There was the toy shop behind him, smoke streaming from the windows and door.
    â€œHey! This isn’t miniature Grover’s Mill,” gasped Sean. “It’s real Grover’s Mill! Filled with real people! And I’m big again!”
    Sean hugged his sister and jumped up and down on Main Street. On Main Street in the exact center of intergalactic weirdness. “Holly! Holly! Your mirror—it worked! It reversed the shrinking ray. I’m big again!”
    Then he stopped. “Wait. Where’s Mike?” Sean started for the store. “Mike? Mike!”
    A sudden pain hit his stomach. “Ooof!” He doubled over. Something was happening to him. He felt weird. “Oh, no! Not again!”
    KRIPPPPP!
    Sean’s pocket tore open and full-sized Mike Mazur came blasting out into the dirt.
    Holly stood back. “That was weird.”
    Jeff ran over and helped Mike up. “You must be Mike Mazur, the new kid.”
    â€œUm, I think so.” Mike smiled a little smile and dusted off his shirt. “Nice town you’ve

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