After your weird trip through time you decide to go home. Once you get home you find your Mom in the kitchen and the house is filled with the smell of your Mom's Spaghetti sauce. You love that smell.
"Oh just in time dear," Your Mom says looking up from the boiling spaghetti," I was about to phone up Mikey. Go wash up for supper."
"Ok," you answer and walk into the living room to see your Dad in some cotton shorts and a white "King Henry's Royal Buffet" t-shirt stretch over his massive gut.
"Hey," your Dad says and opens his arms up and you walk over and give your Dad a hug.
"How was your day?" asks Dad with a smile.
"Weird," you answer.
Your Dad looks at your bag and says," At the mall?"
"You have no idea," You say with a smile and head upstairs to your room and put your new CD on your bed and head across the hallway to the bathroom to wash your hands, arms and legs since they all have some dirt on them.
You wipe yourself dry and your Mom calls," Suppertime!"
You put the towel back on the rack and go to exit the bathroom when Mike walks into view. He's much bigger then in September when he went to college. He's wearing a tight muscle shirt(more like a fat shirt) that seems to show off every curve on your brother's body. He looks to be even bigger and wider then before. He hasn't shaven in a few days and his face lights up when he sees you.
"Little brother!" Mike says and opens his arms wide and grabs you and holds you close for a big bear hug that squeezes the air out of your lungs.
"Hey," you say hugging back with all your strength," welcome back."
"Thanks twig," Mike says letting you go and looking you over," did you even grow?"
"I got a bit taller," you tell him.
"Still pretty small around here," Mike says and pokes your flat stomach.
"He'll grow in due time," says your Dad coming through to wash his hands," he'll be like your Uncle Bruce, he was slim all his life and now he's as big as Uncle Ben."
It's true, your Mom's brother Uncle Bruce was thin, now he's almost as big as your Dad and his brother Uncle Ben. But you'll get the Wishing Powder tomorrow!
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