"How should I know? I came up here to try and sleep off that stomach ache, and when I woke up, everything was like this!"
"Maybe you were right about that coffee, man."
"Hmmph! Told ya so."
Mordecai sat at the edge of his bed and thought the situation through. His best friend was no bigger than an insect now--something had to be done. Right away, he thought about Skips. Surely that creepy yeti had seen something like this before; he had to have some magical solution. But just as Mordecai was about to share his thoughts with the raccoon, something else crossed his mind.
Rigby was right there before him, half-an-inch tall. Rigby. The furry little devil had caused so much grief to Mordecai and the rest of the park crew for as long as they could remember. And as far as Mordecai could tell, he never learned his lesson--somehow, the raccoon had managed to come away from each of his misadventures completely unscathed. The blue jay considered taking advantage of the situation and messing with Rigby for a bit before taking him to Skips...
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