Your life had turned into a living hell as Shannon chomped onto you one time after another. Brief flashes of light flooded your moist and undulating prison every time Shannon opened her mouth to speak. In your topsy-turvy state you heard your mother's voice wash over you as she said to Stacy,
"It's a sandcastle competition!" Shannon exclaimed as she waved the flyer in Stacy's face. Stacy didn't even take one glimpse at the flyer her mom was waving in her face, much too preoccupied with the whereabouts of her brother. Shannon huffed and crumpled the paper up before tossing it aside. She had already gotten the idea to do the competition in her head and didn't need to carry the flyer around anymore. Just as she was about to make an attempt to persuade Stacy, Stacy spoke up instead,
"Uhh mom? What happened to Sammy? You took him to clean him off no more than a minute ago." Shannon looked puzzled, the allure of the competition drawing all thoughts away from you.
"Hmm, gimme a sec to think." Shannon asked Stacy as the slow-moving gears of her recall ability visibly turned in her head. She put on a puzzled face and scratched her head, all the while still chomping away at the piece of gum in my mouth. Unconsciously Shannon pressed the gum to the edge of her lips and began to blow a bubble. Stacy's mouth dropped open in awe as she saw clear as day on the bubble that her mother was blowing a cartoonishly inflated image of your face! Before she could say anything your bubble form popped before being quickly licked in by her tongue. You felt completely disoriented and a bit nauseous from what just happened to you but regained your senses (as well as you could) once your body was lumped back together in her mouth. Stacy shouted out at that moment,
"MOM, Sammy is your gum right now! Spit him into my hand!" Shannon's eyes went wide as the memory of putting you in her mouth to clean you off. Immediately she bent over and dropped your body quickly into Stacy's awaiting hand from her mouth. Stacy grimaced at your grimy form as Shannon began to barrage you with apologies. After a few minutes more of Shannon saying sorry, you felt your body pop fully back into place.
"It's alright. Mom, don't worry about it. Now what about this contest?" You say in an effort to make Shannon feel less guilty about what just happened.
"Oh yeah! It's a sandcastle competition for teams of up to three! Winner gets free jetski rides!" While the thought of jetskis didn't sound too great to you, as you would inevitably end up tucked away on one of your family member's bodies for safekeeping, you could see how excited your mom was about it. Your mom continued,
"I figured Sammy could be the little card up our sleeves, and he could carve out designs in the sandcastles themselves to spice ours up! It'll be so detailed we won't be able to lose!"
Stacy pondered the idea for a moment before smiling and saying, "Sounds great! It'll give me some practice with modeling housing for my architecture class!" Now that both your family members were on board there was no way you could back out now. So you shouted up, I'm in as well! Let's win this thing!"
Shannon squealed with happiness as she grabbed Stacy's other hand and pulled her towards where the competition was being held. Stacy clutched you tightly to make sure you wouldn't get lost in the run as her and her mother jogged on over. You couldn't hear much from Stacy's enclosed fists, but you made out some muffled sounds about entering their info to win the prize. A few minutes later Stacy realized she was squeezing you too tightly out of nerves and popped her hand open to see you. You were flattened for a moment to her palm before popping back into 3d.
"Let's do this!" You pre-empted Stacy's inevitable apology, wanting to focus on winning this sandcastle building competition. Stacy then placed you on the ground in front of her and Shannon. You gazed upwards at Shannon's ludicrous assets glistening in the sun and prayed that she wouldn't make this thing hell for you.
A sharp whistle rung out and quickly your more size-gifted family members rushed to get enough sand and water to build the foundation of your castle. Quickly they laid piece after piece of sand to get the base layer down before Stacy picked you up and placed you on an area they weren't working on. She gave you a tiny nail file that she clearly used for manicures, but you quickly realized that in this situation it could be used to sculpt a masterpiece in the sand. You looked at the area before you, channeling your prior studies on interior design and architecture before steeling your resolve and carving up shapes in the sand in front of you. You had found that given the right tools you could be quite handy, even building some appropriate sized furniture, so to you this mission wasn't bad at all.
The three of you worked tirelessly for 30 minutes before another whistle rang out to signify the end of the time! The finished product that laid before you looked practically like a you-sized mansion that you would kill for a real version of. You climbed to the top as Stacy and Shannon both looked down and flashed you thumbs ups. You returned the signal as the announcer began to speak up.
"Aaaaaalright contestants! We have some wonderful looking sandcastles for us here today, don't we? I would hate for anything to HAPPEN to them!" She said with a heavy emphasis on the word happen. Other participants laughed. You gulped, beginning to feel a bad feeling about this whole endeavor.
"Who am I kidding, lets get right to the SANDCASTLE CRUSHING COMPETITION," the announcer concluded her sentence with a yell. Your heart sunk as you took a step backwards in instinctive fear for what you knew was coming. You missed a step on the stair case you built beneath you and felt yourself fall and crumble a piece of your castle on top of you. Immediately you were flattened slightly by the weight of the wet sand, your head the only body part not buried as you were forced to look up at the tanned bodies of your mom and sister. They were looking at each other, clearly thrown off by the fact that Shannon hadn't bothered to read the full flyer. Just then the announcer pointed her finger at both of them.
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