You shout at the top of your lungs and jump as high as you can in hopes of getting Mike's attention. Within a few moments he spots you. He scoops you up in his giant hand and raises you to his face.
"Daniel?" he booms.
"It's me!" you shout. "You've got to help me Mike!"
Mike frowns for a moment, then anger flashes in his eyes.
"No way! You took all my stuff! I'm getting revenge. And you're so small that you can't do anything!" He begins to laugh, which knocks you down on your back. With that, Mike stuffs you in his pocket and heads out the door.
When Mike takes you out of his pocket, you see that you're in...
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