The cake isn't there not even a crumb! This is bad news. You close the backpack and put it on your shoulders. The tunnel starts to shake as the boy crawls through the tunnels. You hope he won't notice you because your so small and you get lucky he doesn't. But he does notice the plastic window. He looks out and sees his mom so he sits down to wave to her. When he sits he crushes you. He then notices the lump he is on and moves off of you. He turns around and sees you laying there in a daze. "Cool an action figure" his loud voice booms. He picks you up and puts you in his pocket and continues on. You finally wake up fully and feel yourself being shoved from side to side as the boy walks home with his mom. You here a door open and the little boy runs up to his room. He closes the bed room door and pulls you out. He starts looking at you and then pokes you in your stomach. "OW" you scream. The boy drops you on his bed and looks at you. "Wow...you can talk?" The boy asks. You nod. He picks you up again. "Hi I'm Ben and I'm 5 years old." He puts you down on the bed again and you figure out a way to escape.
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