The next morning, Lilibeth wakes up from the sunrise.
"Mmmm..." said Lilibeth, as she slowly opens her eyes. "Mr. Sun is out already...?"
The 5-year-old looks out the window as she sees the sun coming up.
"Well..." said Lilibeth. "Time to get ready for school."
Just then, Lilibeth heard a tiny knock at her bedroom door.
"Hmm?" said Lilibeth, walking to the door.
She bends down and places her ear on the bottom of the door.
"Who's there?" said Lilibeth.
"It's daddy, sweetheart," said Braingel, on the other side. "Can I talk to you?"
"Oh yes, you can," said Lilibeth.
She stands up and opens the door as she looks around for her father.
"Down here, Lilibeth," said Braingel, waving his hand.
"Oh sorry, daddy," said Lilibeth, as she looks down at her dad. "Where did you go? I thought you were sleeping in my dollhouse with mommy and Dubs."
"I had to go to the bathroom…" said Braingel. "Now…Sweetheart? There's something your mother and I would like to know."
"What is it?" asked Lilibeth.
"When will you let me, your mother and Dubs out of your backpack?" Braingel asked.
"Well, lunch comes before recess," said Lilibeth. "So I guess I'll take you three out of my backpack during lunch."
"You sure your friends won't mind?" said Braingel.
"I'm sure, daddy," said Lilibeth. "I like Emma and Logan. They're my best friends. And I trust them."
"Okay," said Braingel.
"Great," said Lilibeth, then notices Braingel in his clothes and said, "I see you're already dressed in your clothes. Is mommy dressed, too?"
"She should be," said Braingel.
Tryla then entered the scene after getting dressed in the dollhouse.
"Hey Braingel," said Tryla.
"Oh hey, Tryla," said Braingel, giving her a kiss.
"Good morning, mommy," said Lilibeth.
"Good morning, sweetie pie," said Tryla.
"What's for breakfast?" asked Lilibeth.
"Not sure," said Tryla. "Though I can't cook it by myself…"
"So do I have to make our breakfast?" said Lilibeth.
"It would be nice if I could use a little help," said Tryla. "I'm still very tiny, remember?"
"Oh..." said Lilibeth, starting to remember. "Right..."
"So why don't you bring me into the kitchen and help me make our breakfast?" said Tryla.
"Okay mommy," said Lilibeth.
Lilibeth goes towards the kitchen.
"Lilibeth!" said Tryla, pointing to herself.
"Oops, sorry mommy," said Lilibeth. "I forgot…"
She picks her mother up and places her in her pajama top's side pocket.
"What about me and Dubs?" said Braingel.
"Of course you too, daddy," said Lilibeth.
She picks him up and places Braingel next to Tryla in the pocket.
"Honey, I don't think Dubs has waken up yet..." Tryla said to Braingel.
"He's not?" said Braingel.
"Is that bad, mommy and daddy?" said Lilibeth.
"Well, not horrible," said Tryla. "Though he has to wake up and get dressed so he can go to school with us."
"Should we go wake him?" asked Lilibeth.
"Naah, I'm sure he'll wake up in a few minutes," said Braingel.
"Well, okay then," said Lilibeth. "Let's go make some breakfast now."
"Alright," said Braingel and Tryla.
Lilibeth goes into the kitchen and places Braingel and Tryla on the kitchen counter as they help each other make breakfast for everyone.
"What do you wanna make, mommy?" Lilibeth asked Tryla.
"Wanna make some French toast?" Tryla suggested.
"Yes!" said Lilibeth, all excited.
"Okay, let's do it," said Tryla, with a smile.
While in the middle of making the French toast, Dubs wakes up, gets dressed and walks into the kitchen.
"Tryla! Lilibeth!" said Braingel. "Dubs is awake!"
"And he's all dressed, too!" said Tryla.
"Yay!" said Lilibeth.
"Good morning, Freaks," said Dubs. "Morning Lilibeth."
"Good morning, Dubs," said Braingel and Tryla.
"Morning Dubs!" said Lilibeth.
"What are we having for breakfast today?" asked Dubs.
"French toast!" said Lilibeth, in a happy voice.
"French toast is delicious," said Dubs. "Can't wait until they're done."
After the French toast was ready, Lilibeth placed the Little Freaks on the table and served them and herself the food.
"Okay everybody," said Lilibeth, grabbing her fork. "Let's eat!"
The four start eating their breakfast.
"Yummy yum yum!" said Lilibeth, enjoying her food.
When they were finished with breakfast, Lilibeth put the plate and eating utensils into the sink.
"Mmm..." said Lilibeth, rubbing her belly. "That was so good..."
"It sure was…" said Tryla. "You did a great job helping me. Good work, Lilibeth!"
"Gee thanks, mommy," said Lilibeth, with a smile.
"You're very welcome, honey," said Tryla, smiling back.
"Everybody?" Lilibeth said to the Little Freaks. "What time does the school bus get here?"
"I looked it up last night," said Braingel. "It's supposed to stop near our house at around 8 o'clock."
"And what time is it now?" asked Lilibeth.
Lilibeth looked at the digital clock that was on the coffee table in front of the living room couch. It says 7:50 A.M. She looked down and noticed that she was still in her pajamas. The child screamed and quickly ran back into her bedroom and got herself dressed and ready. Then at 7:55 A.M., the 5-year-old grabbed her backpack and lunchbox and went back into the kitchen.
"Okay everyone!" said Lilibeth. "I'm ready for school!"
She opens her backpack and looks around as she said, "Mommy? Daddy? Dubs?"
"Over here, sweetheart," said Braingel.
"Oh!" said Lilibeth, seeing them on the kitchen table. "There you are!"
Lilibeth grabs the Little Freaks one-by-one and places them into the 5-year-old's backpack.
"There you go, Freaks," said Lilibeth, as she closes her backpack almost all the way. "I only have it open a teeny tiny bit so you guys can breathe. And so my stuff won't fall out."
"Good Lilibeth," said Tryla. "Now hurry before we're late!"
"Right mommy!" said Lilibeth, as she places her backpack on her back. "Let's go, Freaks!"
Once Lilibeth steps outside, she locks the front door of her house with her key. Then she goes down the apartment and exits the building as she walks to a bus stop nearby. She stands there and waits for the bus to come.
"Lilibeth?" said Braingel. "Sweetheart?"
"Yes daddy?" said Lilibeth, looking into her backpack.
"Promise one thing for me and your mom," said Braingel.
"Which is?" said Lilibeth.
"Do not tell anybody about the three of us being shrunk down to this tiny size," said Braingel. "We don't want to cause a ruckus or anything like that to the entire town. Alright Lilibeth?"
"Yes daddy," said Lilibeth, then sighs and says, "And that nobody would believe me on that anyway…They think shrinking doesn't exist or is just plain silly and strange…"
When the school bus came a couple of minutes later, Lilibeth gets on it and sits down in one of the seats as she places her backpack down next to her. Then the bus started to move again to head to "Center City Elementary School".
"You guys okay in there?" Lilibeth asked the Little Freaks, as she peeks in her backpack a little bit.
"We're good, Lilibeth," said Braingel.
"Yeah, we're fine, sweetie," said Tryla.
"Okay good," said Lilibeth.
She then started to feel a few bumps from the bus driving on a bumpy road.
"Aah!" cried Lilibeth, then starting to giggle. "Hehehehehe!"
"Whoa!" said the Little Freaks.
"The roads are a bit bumpy today, I see?" said Dubs.
"Feels like it," said Braingel. "Good thing none of us get carsick easily."
"Very true," said Dubs.
About 10 minutes later, the bus arrived at the school.
"We're here!" said Lilibeth.
"Already?" said Tryla.
"That felt like a long time," said Dubs.
Lilibeth gets off the bus and starts running towards the building. The speed of her running caused the Little Freaks to be moved around in the backpack.
"Lilibeth!" said Tryla, as she was being thrown around. "Don't run so fast!"
"Lilibeth!" said Braingel, being thrown around as well "Easy there!"
"Oww!" said Dubs, hitting the side of the backpack.
Lilibeth enters the school as she stopped running.
"Finally you stop running," said Tryla. "Now let's get inside."
"I'm already inside, mommy," said Lilibeth.
"Oh?" said Tryla, confused. "You are?"
"Yes I am," said Lilibeth, then paused and said, "You, daddy, and Dubs can't see very well in my backpack, huh...?"
"Yeah…" said Tryla.
"Well, I promise I'll take you guys out of my backpack during lunch," said Lilibeth. "And maybe recess, too."
"Okay," said Tryla. "Now let's go find your classroom."
When 8:30 A.M. came, the bell rang to start the school day. Lilibeth enters Room #135 as she sits down in the chair at her assigned desk and places the backpack on the floor next to her.
"Good morning, class," said Mr. Murray, her kindergarten teacher.
"Good morning, Mr. Murray," said the students of the class.
"Wonderful," said Mr. Murray. "Now we've got some important things to learn today. So first...Let's start with you mathematics."
The little kids didn't know the word mathematics.
"Numbers? Adding? Taking away?" said Mr. Murray, giving them a hint.
"You mean math...?" asked a girl named Riley.
"Yes Riley," said Mr. Murray.
"Awwwwwww!" said the students, all unhappy.
"Come on, class," said Mr. Murray. "You want to pass kindergarten, don't you?"
"Yeeeeeeeeeees..." said the students.
"Then we're doing math," said Mr. Murray.
"Okay Mr. Murray…" the students said.
"Let's start with an easy one," said Mr. Murray.
He picked up a piece of chalk and writes a math problem on the dark green chalkboard.
"Alright," said Mr. Murray. "What's 1+1?"
The students just stood there quiet.
"Getting it wrong is quite alright," Mr. Murray said to his students. "That's why you're all here at school, to learn."
Lilibeth raises her hand.
"Yes Lilibeth?" said Mr. Murray, pointing to the child.
"2?" said Lilibeth.
"Very good, Lilibeth!" said Mr. Murray, writing the number on the chalkboard. "Okay, on with the next question."
Inside Lilibeth's backpack, Braingel, Tryla, and Dubs began to get bored.
"I wonder when lunchtime is..." said Tryla.
"Tryla, we just got here about 5 minutes ago," said Dubs. "You're already hungry?"
"And we just had breakfast not too long ago," said Braingel.
"No, I'm not hungry," said Tryla. "It's just that we're going to be stuck in here for a while and we need something to do."
"But what can we do without being too noisy?" asked Braingel. "We don't want to distract Lilibeth or the other kids."
"Just try to enjoy each other's company until Lilibeth can come get us, I guess…?" suggested Tryla.
"Okay…" said Braingel.
"Darn!" said Dubs.
An hour into the school day at 9:30 A.M., the kindergarten students were busy doing some classwork at their desks.
"How are you doing, Lilibeth?" Emma asked Lilibeth.
"I'm alright, Emma," said Lilibeth. "How about you?"
"I'm doing good," said Emma.
"That's good," said Lilibeth.
She then paused and said to her friend, "Emma? Can you do me a favor?"
"What is it, Lilibeth?" asked Emma.
"Can your mommy and daddy drive me home again after school today?" Lilibeth asked.
"Sure, I can ask them," said Emma. "But why?"
Lilibeth tries to think of a lie since she didn't want her friend to know the truth about what happened to the Little Freaks.
"Oh no!" gasped Tryla. "She's gonna spill the secret!"
"Lilibeth, don't do it!" said Braingel.
"Shhh...!" shushed Dubs. "Don't let her friend hear us...!"
"Uhhh well..." Lilibeth said to Emma. "My parents are busy."
"Busy?" said Emma. "Busy with what?"
"You know, the usual things," said Lilibeth.
"Which are?" said Emma.
Lilibeth gave up and sighed sadly as she said, "I can't do it..."
"What's wrong?" asked Emma. "You feeling okay?"
"Excuse me, Emma," said Lilibeth, standing up.
Lilibeth grabs her backpack and steps outside of the classroom into the hallway. She then opens up her backpack and looks down at the Little Freaks all nervous.
"Guys, what do I tell Emma?" Lilibeth asked the three. "I can't keep up this lie forever!"
"Oh no, this is bad!" said Braingel.
"What are we gonna do?!" said Tryla.
"Maybe you should just tell Emma the truth about us, Lilibeth," Dubs suggested.
"No way, Dubs!" Lilibeth said, disagreeing. "I can't tell people you and my parents are small! Nobody would believe me!"
"It's the only way, little one," said Dubs.
"I agree," said Tryla.
"So do I," said Braingel.
"But if everyone sees you guys like this..." said Lilibeth, "what will they say...?"
"Just tell them the truth, honey," said Tryla. "They'll understand."
"Everybody?" said Lilibeth. "Even the grown-ups?"
"Well, you'll have to tell them, sweetheart," said Braingel. "If you keep this lie up, they're going to find out eventually."
Lilibeth sighs as she said, quietly, "Alright...When should I tell them?"
"Whenever you think is best," said Braingel.
"Okay..." said Lilibeth. "I'll tell them..."
"That'a girl," said Braingel.
"Lilibeth?" said Mr. Murray, seeing her not in the classroom.
"Mr. Murray!" cried Lilibeth, getting spooked a bit.
"What's going on?" asked Mr. Murray. "Is everything alright?"
"Sorry I stepped out," said Lilibeth, closing her backpack halfway. "I had to think about something..."
"Is there something you'd like to tell the rest of the class?" Mr. Murray said.
"Uh huh..." said Lilibeth.
"Would you like to tell us now or wait for show-and-tell?" Mr. Murray asked the 5-year-old girl.
"I guess I'll tell them at show-and-tell," said Lilibeth. "That way everyone can listen in."
"Alright," said Mr. Murray. "Would you like to come back into the classroom now?"
"Yes," said Lilibeth.
"Okay, come on," said Mr. Murray.
Mr. Murray leads Lilibeth back into the classroom.
"You alright, Lilibeth?" asked Logan, Lilibeth's other friend. "Emma and I were worried about you."
"I'm fine, Logan," said Lilibeth.
"Are you sure?" said Emma.
"I'll tell you guys during show-and-time," said Lilibeth.
"Okay," said Emma and Logan.
When it was an hour before lunch, it was time for show-and-tell.
"Okay class," said Mr. Murray. "You all did a good job working on your morning classwork. Now it's time for show-and-tell!"
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" the students cried, happily.
"Yay…" said Lilibeth, all nervous.
"It's okay, Lilibeth," said Mr. Murray, hearing her quiet voice. "Would you rather be the last to go today?"
"Yes please…" said Lilibeth, nodding her head.
"Okay, will do," said Mr. Murray.
Everyone goes to the play corner as the students sit down facing each kid when it was their turn to go. Then when all the kids went, it was Lilibeth's turn.
"Well everyone," Lilibeth said to her classmates and teacher. "I'd like to show you something. But it's not like anything I brought to show and tell before..."
"What is it, Lilibeth?" asked a girl named Claire.
"Yeah, what do you have?" asked a boy named Adam.
"It's actually not a what, it's a who," said Lilibeth. "Three of them, actually…"
She sticks her hand in her backpack, grabs the Little Freaks with her hand, and takes them out of the backpack.
"These guys…" said Lilibeth, showing the group to the class.
"Ooooo..." said the students, getting interested.
"Hey, don't two of them look like your parents?" said Emma.
"They ARE my parents," said Lilibeth. "The other one is a friend of my mommy and daddy."
"What happened to them?" asked Emma.
"Well…" said Lilibeth, bracing herself. "They shrunk…"
"You shrank your own parents?!" said a girl named Rachel, not believing her eyes.
"And their friend?!" said a boy named Kenny.
"No!" said Lilibeth. "No, I didn't!"
"How did they shrink, Lilibeth?" asked Logan.
"Uhhhh..." said Lilibeth, then turning to Braingel and Tryla and saying to them, "Should I tell them about the bad guy, mommy and daddy?"
"I think you should," said Braingel. "You have to tell the truth."
"Well…" Lilibeth said, feeling unsure.
"Actually, your mother and I as well as Dubs can tell these children," said Braingel. "You weren't there when this all happened."
"Yeah, that's better..." said Lilibeth, placing the Little Freaks on a wooden stool next to her. "Alright, start from the top."
"Thanks Lilibeth," said Braingel, then turning to the children and says, "Well kids…When my daughter, Lilibeth, was in class, Dubs, her mother, and I were captured by a villain named Lord Doombringer."
The students gasp in horror.
"A villain?" said a girl named Leah.
"A bad guy?" said a boy named Noah.
"Yes," said Tryla. "And we were put in a machine to be shrunk to the size you see before yourselves."
"Why did the bad guy shrink you three?" asked a girl named Natalie.
"Well, he wanted us out of the way so he could take over Earth," said Dubs.
"The world is ending?!" said Kenny, starting to get scared.
"No kids," said Tryla. "The world is not ending."
"What's his name again?" asked a girl named Olivia.
"Lord Doombringer," said the Little Freaks.
"Why would he want to take over the world?" Olivia asked.
"Well, we don't know for certain," said Tryla, then turning to Braingel and saying to him, "Do we, Braingel?"
"No…" said Braingel. "Sadly, we don't know the answer why…"
"When will you change back?" asked Logan.
"We're not sure," said Tryla.
"I wish I could help you guys somehow, Freaks," said Lilibeth. "But I don't have time since I have school and usually get homework. So I guess I can try to help you guys the next day I don't have school."
"You mean, Saturday?" said Tryla. "Okay. But what's today?"
"Today is Tuesday," said Mr. Murray.
"Oh darn it!" said Tryla, all upset.
"Wait!" said Braingel, coming up with an idea. "When Saturday comes, maybe Lilibeth can take us to Doombringer's warship and try to get us back to normal?"
"Great idea, Braingel!" said Tryla, then pausing and said, "But can his Shrinking Machine reverse it?"
"Not sure," said Braingel. "But we can try."
"So I guess we're going to remain this size for a few more days..." said Dubs.
"Eeyup…" said Tryla.
"I hope they get back to normal, too," said Lilibeth.
"Awwww..." said the students.
At lunchtime, Lilibeth was sitting with Emma and Logan at one of the tables in the cafeteria. And Braingel, Tryla, and Dubs were sitting on the table in front of them.
"You know, Tryla," Braingel said to his girlfriend. "We never actually get to see inside the cafeteria."
"You're right, Braingel," said Tryla. "We haven't before."
"It's really big in here," said Braingel.
"It's really big to us, Braingel," said Dubs. "We're tiny, remember?"
"Oh…Right…" said Braingel, with a small sweat.
"So Lilibeth?" Logan said to Lilibeth. "These are you parents?"
"Well, two of them," said Lilibeth.
"Who's the one with two heads?" asked Emma. "Just a friend?"
"Yes, he's just a friend," said Lilibeth. "His name is Dubs."
"Why is he called that?" asked Logan.
"I'm really not sure," said Lilibeth, shrugging. "My mommy and daddy don't know either..."
"Oh…" said Logan.
"Hey Lilibeth," said Emma. "What are your parents' names? You never told me."
"Well, their names are Tryla and Braingel," said Lilibeth.
"Which one is who?" asked Emma.
"Braingel has his brain outside of his head, while Tryla has three eyes instead of just two," Lilibeth said.
"Oh I see," said Emma.
"Hi there, Emma," said Braingel.
"Remember us?" said Tryla.
"Hello Tryla," said Emma. "Hello Braingel."
"I don't think they want to be called by their names, Emma," said Logan. "My daddy told me that it's very rude for children to call their parents by first name."
"Do they have last names?" asked Emma.
"I don't know," said Logan, then saying to Lilibeth, "Do you guys have last names, Lilibeth?"
Lilibeth shrugged.
"Why not just call them Mr. Braingel and Ms. Tryla?" suggested Lilibeth.
"Ummm…" said Emma and Logan, sweating a bit.
"I guess I could try that," said Logan. "Though it'll kind of be hard since I'm not used to calling adults by their first names."
"I'll just stick to calling them your mommy and daddy, Lilibeth," said Emma.
"That's fine," said Lilibeth.
After lunch, Lilibeth puts the Little Freaks back into her backpack.
"Okay guys," said Lilibeth, closing the backpack halfway through. "Back in the backpack you go."
Lilibeth and the other kids then go outside for recess. Just like all the kids, Lilibeth places her backpack with the other backpacks as she goes onto the playground to play.
"So what shall we do right now, Freaks?" Dubs asked Braingel and Tryla.
"Wait for Lilibeth to come back?" said Braingel.
"Who knows how long that will be...?" said Tryla.
"We can wait, right?" said Dubs.
"Yeah, we could," said Tryla.
"We can try," said Braingel.
"For now, let's keep each other company and relax," said Dubs.
"Alright," said Braingel.
"Good idea, Dubs," said Tryla.
"Tryla?" said Braingel. "You find it funny how our roles have been reversed? I mean, usually you and I are the ones packing lunch for Lilibeth."
"Yeah, it feels strange..." said Tryla.
"Indeed," said Braingel.
After recess, Lilibeth grabbed her backpack and lunchbox and went back into the school with the other kids.
"How are you guys doing?" Lilibeth asked the Little Freaks, looking inside her backpack.
She sees that Braingel, Tryla, and Dubs were lying down against her things, sleeping.
"Oh…" said Lilibeth. "They're sleeping…But that's okay, they can sleep until I get home if they want to."
Lilibeth goes back to her desk in the classroom and sits down in her chair. She finishes the rest of the school day once the time came to 2:30 P.M. She then left the school with Emma as the two girls went into the car of Emma's mother as the woman starts to drive Lilibeth back to her house.
"Emma?" Lilibeth said to Emma. "Sorry I lied about my parents to you. I was scared to tell you what really happened to them..."
"It's okay, Lilibeth," said Emma.
"Them being tiny sounds so unreal to most people," said Lilibeth. "That's why I didn't tell you the truth. I thought nobody would believe me..."
"I believe you, Lilibeth," said Emma, giving Lilibeth a hug.
"Thanks Emma," said Lilibeth, hugging Emma in return.
"You're very welcome," said Emma. "Say, how are your parents and friend doing in your backpack?"
"Let me ask them," said Lilibeth.
She opens her backpack, but sees the Little Freaks in a deep sleep while lying against her things.
"They're asleep…" said Lilibeth.
"Shall we wake them up?" asked Emma.
"Naah," said Lilibeth, "They've been through a lot today. So let's not disturb them."
"Good idea," said Emma.
When they got to the Little Freaks' house, Emma's mother drops Lilibeth off at her stop. Lilibeth thanks her and goes up to the house and walks inside.
"Okay mommy, daddy, and Dubs," Lilibeth said to the Little Freaks, looking down at them inside the backpack. "We're home!"
The Little Freaks were just starting to wake up.
"Is the school day over yet?" asked Dubs.
"Yes Dubs," said Lilibeth. "We're back at our house."
"Oh good," said Dubs. "Being at your school felt like such a long day."
"But it was a good experience," said Tryla.
"Yeah, I would say so," said Dubs.
"Can you let us out now, Lilibeth?" Braingel asked Lilibeth.
"Of course," said Lilibeth.
Lilibeth goes into her bedroom and lets the Little Freaks out of her backpack as she places them onto her bed.
"What time is it, Lilibeth?" asked Tryla.
"It says 2:45," said Lilibeth, looking at her digital clock.
"Do you have any homework I could help you with before dinner?" asked Braingel.
"Yes, I have homework," said Lilibeth. "But how are you going to help me with it? You're so small."
"Just read it to me if you need help," said Braingel.
"Okay daddy," said Lilibeth.
She takes out her homework and brings it to the kitchen table as she carries Braingel there as well.
"Okay sooooo..." said Braingel, as Lilibeth sets him down on the table. "What's your homework?"
"It's word problems again," said Lilibeth, with a sigh. "I don't like word problems…"
"Well, can you read them to me?" Braingel asked.
"Can't you read them?" Lilibeth said.
"I could try," said Braingel.
"Can you do my homework for me?" Lilibeth asked her father. "Please daddy?"
"Nope," Braingel said, shaking his head. "You have to do it, Lilibeth. It's your homework, not mine. Plus, the pencil is too big for me."
"But are you able to help me with finding the answers?" said Lilibeth.
"Of course," said Braingel. "Why'd you ask?"
"Because you're so tiny," said Lilibeth. "I thought shrinking made you dumb."
"Lilibeth, that's mean!" said Braingel, feeling offended. "I am certainly NOT stupid!"
"Uhhh…Sorry daddy…" said Lilibeth, giggling nervously.
"Lilibeth…?" said Braingel, in a serious voice. "I may be small, but I still have my intelligence."
"Yes daddy," said Lilibeth.
"Good," said Braingel. "Now can we start your homework?"
"Sure," said Lilibeth.
Braingel helps his daughter with her homework until she was done.
"Alright Lilibeth," said Braingel. "Now that you're finished, put your homework away in your backpack so you don't lose it."
"Okay daddy," said Lilibeth, going into her bedroom and placing the homework in a folder and back into her backpack.
"So what can we have for dinner tonight, guys?" asked Dubs.
"Does meatloaf and mashed potatoes sound good, anybody?" Tryla suggested.
"Yeah," said Dubs. "I like that."
"Me too," said Braingel.
"I'll vote for that!" said Lilibeth, running back into the kitchen.
"Don't forget the peas and carrots for the vegetable!" Tryla added.
"Nooooo..." said Lilibeth, groaning.
"We'll talk about this at the dinner table," said Tryla. "Now let's get cooking!"
Lilibeth starts making the meatloaf and mashed potatoes and peas and carrots with the Little Freaks helping her out. Then when the meal was ready, Lilibeth serves herself and the group the food on the kitchen table. Then the child sits at the table in one of the chairs, while the Little Freaks sat on top of the table as they all started eating their dinner.
"How is the food, you guys?" asked Lilibeth.
"Great!" said Braingel, eating the meatloaf.
"It's very good!" said Tryla, eating the peas and carrots.
"I love it!" said Dubs, eating the mashed potatoes.
"Thanks," said Lilibeth, as she eats her meatloaf and mashed potatoes. "I like it, too."
The 5-year-old looks down at her plate and said, "Except for the peas and carrots. I hate peas and carrots. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them…"
"Lilibeth, you have to eat them or no dessert," said Tryla. "Now eat your vegetables."
"But I don't want the peas and carrots," said Lilibeth. "They're gross."
She pauses and says, "Can I have some dessert? Please?"
"No Lilibeth," said Tryla. "Finish your food. Then you can have some dessert."
"But I said please..." said Lilibeth.
"I know you did," said Tryla. "And that is a polite thing to do. But as I've said, no dessert until you-"
She notices that Lilibeth wasn't at the table.
"Where the heck did she go...?" Tryla asked herself.
Lilibeth was climbing on the counter as she opened the cookie jar.
"Chocolate chip cookies!" cried Lilibeth, as she sticks her hand inside and reaches for one.
"Get me the megaphone, Dubs," Tryla said to Dubs.
"Right away, Tryla," said Dubs.
He quickly gets the megaphone and places it in front of Tryla.
"LILIBETH!" Tryla shouted into the megaphone.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Lilibeth screamed, as she was startled by the volume of Tryla's voice mixed with the megaphone.
"Honey, I'm being serious," said Tryla. "No dessert until after you finish your plate!"
"Mommy..." said Lilibeth, in a sad voice.
"Listen to your mother, sweetheart," said Braingel. "You have to finish your plate."
Lilibeth sighs as she gets off the counter and sits back down at the table.
"Bleh…" she said, moving her peas and carrots around.
"Eat them," said Tryla. "Right now, young lady."
Lilibeth picks up the peas and carrots with her fork and starts eating her vegetables.
"Good girl," said Tryla.
After everyone was done with their dinner, Lilibeth brings out the chocolate chip cookies on a plate as well as a glass of white milk for her and the Little Freaks' dessert.
"We need your help, Lilibeth," Tryla said to Lilibeth.
"On what?" said Lilibeth.
"Well, we can't dip the cookies in the milk like you can," said Braingel. "Could you dip them for us?"
"Sure thing," said Lilibeth.
She dips some cookies for the Little Freaks and gives the cookies to them.
"Here you go, Freaks," Lilibeth said.
"Thanks sweetheart," said Braingel.
Braingel, Tryla, and Dubs start eating their cookies with the white milk as well as Lilibeth. Then during their eating, Braingel stands on the cookie box and tries to dip another cookie into the milk.
"Need some help, daddy?" Lilibeth said to Braingel.
"No no, I got it, sweetheart," said Braingel, then slips as he said, "Whoops!"
Braingel lands into the glass of milk upside down with his feet sticking out. And since he was upside down in the liquid, his voice was all bubbly.
"Guys!" said Braingel, putting his hands against the glass. "Help me! Get me out of here!"
Dubs and Tryla try to pull Braingel out of the milk. Then a few seconds later, they got him out as Braingel started to cough up the milk.
"You okay, honey?" Tryla asked Braingel.
"Yeah, I'm okay," said Braingel, licking his lips. "But that milk tasted pretty good!"
Tryla and Dubs laugh at this.
A few hours later at 9:00 P.M., it was time for bed.
"Okay Freaks!" said Tryla. "Time for bed."
"Okay Tryla!" said Braingel.
"Alright!" said Dubs.
"I don't wanna go to bed..." said Lilibeth, starting to yawn. "I'm not tired..."
"Yes you are, Lilibeth," said Tryla. "I hear you yawning."
"I'm not going to bed," said Lilibeth.
"Lilibeth, you have school tomorrow," said Tryla. "You have to go to bed."
"No…" said Lilibeth.
"Bed!" said Tryla, getting serious with her. "NOW!"
"Ooookaaay..." said Lilibeth, sighing sadly.
Lilibeth goes into her bedroom to get her pajamas on and brush her teeth.
"She's so difficult sometimes..." said Tryla, shaking her head.
"Indeed," said Braingel.
"But she's still my daughter and I love her very much," said Tryla.
"So do I," said Braingel. "By the way, I can't wait for Saturday. Can you?"
"What's happening on Saturday again?" asked Tryla, as she forgot.
"Lilibeth will take us to Lord Doombringer's warship," said Braingel.
"Oh right!" said Tryla, starting to remember. "And hopefully we'll be able to get ourselves back to our normal sizes."
"I hope so, too," said Braingel.
He paused and said, a little worried, "Oh boy…"
"Something wrong, honey?" Tryla asked her boyfriend.
"A little," said Braingel. "Since Lilibeth told her teacher and classmates about us shrinking…"
"What about it?" said Tryla. "Aren't you glad she told them?"
"Oh don't get me wrong, I'm very happy she told the truth," said Braingel. "It's just…The whole time might know about this…"
"And?" said Tryla.
"Then they'll do a report on us and say it to the town," said Braingel, then sighing and saying, "I just really hope we don't end up on the news..."
"Yeah…" said Tryla. "Let's hope that doesn't happen…"