Your little heart pounds in fear at the sight of the titanic toddlers. A thin layer of see-through plastic is the only thing protecting you from the 2 year old boy that is currently staring you down. Eyes larger than your body gaze at you in innocent childish wonder, drawn in by the colorful cardboard backdrop and the wonderful little toy-man that it advertises. His mouth is agape, revealing a cavernous maw he could very easily pop you into should you so choose, complete with imposing teeth and a tongue easily large enough to treat you as a morsel. His breaths are fogging up your plastic prison cell. The boy plunges a finger into his nose, a gesture he frequently makes when deep in thought, as he eyes you in silent contemplation. He's curious about you, but apparently not enough to raise a ruckus. He's not sure if he's willing to beg out to his mom for it.
You don't want to be a toy. Really, you don't. You already narrowly avoided dying or otherwise suffering a miserable fate on a toddler's diaper just a short while ago, and you certainly wouldn't be able to survive being made into a toy. Yet here you are ,before one of these diapered behemoths once more. Two, in fact. Yet the threat of starvation looms large, and the toddler's are only going get a chance at you if their mother gives them the go-ahead. Or so you hope. After deliberating, you decide to get the boy's attention.
You wave over to him quietly, causing the boy to instantly perk up. he leans closer to you, gripping at the edge of the shopping kart, his eye looming right beside the package. You wave once more and even call out to him! This definitely gets his interest. His mouth widens into a big fish-like 'O" and he swiftly turns to his brother, poking him in the stomach. The other boy looks at his brother in confusion before getting up, quickly realizing the source of his brother's intrigue. Both boys look at the tiny trinket of a man they have discovered, impressed that this plaything can move of its own accord. They want it. They want it badly. And so they decide to take it...without even begging their mom! Showing surprising dexterity, the first boy lifts up your package from its hook and before you can figure out what's going on you find yourself smashing into the plastic wall as your prison is sent into motion. When you regain your senses you can see a white wall in front of your prison...with a large green dot adorning its surface. You groan as you realize the package landed right in front of the other boy's diaper, though admittedly it's quite an eye opener that your body is about the same size as the polka dot!
The brother swiftly lifts up your package and tilts it so that you're facing up towards his face. He looks down at you like one might look down at a phone, the first boy's head swiftly poking into view. The two poke their fingers against the plastic walls , powerful THUMP noises echoing all throughout your prison, causing you to cover your ears and stagger about from the noises, bringing quite a bit of amusement to both of the boys. Even in your toy package prison, you're better than the average toy already. You shudder to think about what might happen if the boys are actually given access to play with you directly.
Soon the playtime is broken up. The mother brings an enormous diaperbox down towards the far side of the shopping kart's bed. "Come on Billy! Scoot over. " She says, pointing to the boy in the dinosaur shirt, the one who first saw you. "And you two, Bobby." She says, pointing to the one with the whale shirt. Bobby quickly shoves your package to the side, causing it to tumble down and land with your compartment facing up. Then suddenly you see a diapered bottom once more, this time descending for you!
Billy's diapered rear smashes onto your compartment , producing an explosion of sound, filling your ears with a ringing noise and nothing else. Though the diaper has left your prison darkened, you can make out enough of your surroundings to realize that the ceiling above you has a significant dent in it. You can be thankful it didn't collapse outright. The boy shifts his bottom around, not exactly comfortable with this position, causing the enclosure to collapse even further around you...though mercifully it still seems like there's no chance of him crushing it flat. As he grinds against your package the shopping kart rumbles along the hard tile floor of the grocery store . Bobby bugs his brother in a request to see you again, only for Billy to gesture towards his diaper, pointing at your current whereabouts and telling him to SHUSH. Bobby acknowledges, allowing his brother to keep the pack under his rear for now.
As the shopping trip progresses, however, the cart gets closer and closer to full. The boys are forced to stand. Preferring not to have you within eyesight of his mom, Billy moves to quickly hide your container in the narrow gap between the diaper pack and a bag of dogfood. This will be your last chance to influence before you are brought to checkout, where there's a risk, however narrow, that the parent will thoughtlessly buy you and become your 'owner.' You might be able to get her to help you, but on the other hand, do you really want to risk becoming property for this lady and her boys?
You've already got the boys' attention and they're both clearly amused by you. There's no point in further winning them over. this essentially leaves you with two choices....to try to intimidate them, or remain silent and let yourself get brought to checkout
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