As you turn from the kitchen counter, you see your baby brother Timmy come waddling in . . . waving what looked like a magician's magic wand carved from wood.
"Now where did you find that Timmy?" you ask, genuinely curious.
"Hunter and I found it in an old trunk that belonged to Great Grandpa," Timmy explained as he waved the want about, making little sparkles pop from it's end.
You remember how your Great Grandfather had been a world renown magician in his day . . . doing tricks and things that nobody could ever figure out, not even those know-it-all experts on the tv that made their living out of explaining illusions and such. Most thought the old man was simply a head of his time . . . but you sometimes wondered . . .
"Well, better put it up for now, it's time for breakfast," you say heartily.
But Timmy didn't look ready to stop.
"Time for that later . . . wanna play now!" And before you could argue, Timmy waved the wand in a peculiar yet familiar movement and then burbled some strange nonsense words . . . and a flash erupted from the wand's tip!
You suddenly fell dizzy . . . like the time you road the Tower of Terror ride at Disney! Everything was rising up and you had to close your eyes to keep from getting nausiated.
When you opened your eyes again . . . everything was Giant! Including Timmy!
The towering tot holsters the wand through the side of this diaper and then bends down and grabs you!
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