Finally, you heard your babysitter's voice boom, "60! Ready or not, here I come!" Then, as Emily stood up, you felt the trash can shake.
Emily stood up to her full height and stretched her arms, letting out a massive yawn simultaneously. Emily looked around, think of where her adorable new friend could be. "Oh, Miiiikeeeey, where are youuu?" Emily prodded. Thinking, Emily figured that you couldn't have gotten far, so she decided to search out on the street first. So, Emily stepped over the fence leading to your backyard and onto your driveway. She planted her feet firmly, one foot covering half of your driveway and the other on your front lawn.
Feelin the tenors stop, you cracked the lid open a bit on the trash can. You can only see Emily's foot planted next to your dads BMW. Then, a hand wraps itself around the car and it is lifted into the air, out of your sight.
As Emily lifted the car, thinking that you are inside, she got goosebumps from the anticipation. She brought the car up to about chest level and, peering inside, checked for you inside, the car was like the size of her pinky finger, maybe a little smaller. "Mikey, are you in there?" Not seeing you, Emily rips off the roof and looks inside. Seeing nothing, she decided to depose of the car and roof, now twisted and twisted, "oh we'll, he's not in here." Emily got a smirk on her face, as she crushed the car and roof into a ball, about the size of her fingernail, and then, tilting her head back, she dropped the remainence of the car into her cavernous mouth, swill owing it whole. Jokingly, she rubbed her stomach in satisfaction, making a "mmmmm" sound. "One place down Mikey, only a few left to go!" She said, chuckling a little afterwards. You closed the lid and retreated into the trash can, filled with anxiety. Where to next