Not being much of a markswoman, Sally ends up blasting a passing car instead! Her custom remote was designed to shrink and transport the target into the remote, all in one smooth motion. Sure enough, the green orb on the remote indicating she had caught something was glowing.
"Oh great! Now what am I going to do!" Sally grumbled as she flopped down in her computer chair at her desk, next to her window. "These people have lives, and I've got no way to make them big again yet."
Sighing Sally looked closer into the green glowing orb. The glow was caused by the tiny little particles that made up the car and it's passengers. She couldn't do anything for them now. It was either keep them as pets until she could make a remote to reverse it, and hope they wouldn't get her in trouble, or just to take care of this. For Sally, it wasn't a choice. The problem had to be eliminated.
Pointing the remote at her floor, the car popped into a miniature form at the press of a button. With a soft laugh Sally smiled at her fortune. Three of the preppy cheerleaders from school already had their faces plastered to the windows, staring out of the car that was only about three inches at most. Sure it was tiny, but Sally could reconize that gray sports car anywhere.
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