Jimmy tried, once again, to wiggle his hand free of the sprayed on plastic they were in. Once they had been dressed, they had been positioned, Jimmy holding Cindy's hand and both with giant grins on their faces. The plastic, Jimmy could tell, would wear off in just a few hours, but right now they couldn't have gotten away for anything.

"Just stop, Jimmy." Cindy said, angling her eyes as much as she could towards him. (When you can't move your head, it's hard to look where you want to look) "We're stuck, for now. You knocking us down all the time isn't going to help anything."

Under the suffocating plastic body-armor, she squeezed his hand.

He sighed. "I just hate being constricted."

The week before last, Jimmy had conducted an experiment where he placed different implants in Cindy, Carl, and Sheen to see if one or the other would translate foreign languages into your own more efficiently. Sheen's hadn't even been able to decipher pig Latin, while Carl's could effectively translate a few distinct languages, like Spanish and French, but had trouble with more difficult ones like Chinese. Cindy's had been the closest to working the way Jimmy had wanted them to. "Cindy, do you still have the implant?"

She huffed a laugh. "Duh, Neutron. You were supposed to take it out the day after we got shrunk."

"So what is everyone saying? Do you know what language they're speaking?"

If he could have seen her, he could have witnessed a massive eye-roll. "Men," she muttered, he obviously forgetting how successful Cindy's implant had been. "Of course I can. I forgot you can't, huh. What do they sound like to you?"

"Who cares?"

"We're going to the auction now."

"No store shelf?"

Shaking her head about one centimeter, she said, "We're high priority. Someone said a fight might erupt. Humans are a big name thing. We're quality merchandise, Brain." She rolled her eyes again.

Jimmy gulped. "So now we get to go be haggled over?"

This is going to be fun.

Zix was really annoyed. Tee wasn't supposed to bring any of the mini earthlings back with them! He could be SO hard headed sometimes! He looked over to Travoltron for help, but Travoltron was too wrapped up in something, (Zix didn't know what exactly, but it looked really boring to him) and wouldn't say anything useful. He sighed.

"Tee, why did we capture all the little people?"

"To sell 'em. Make money so we could fix the radio."

Sheen wiggled free of the alien's hand. "Man, we were radio money? That's lame!"

"The point," Zix continued, ignoring Sheen, "is that we didn't want to keep any of the little weridys. Good gosh, Tee, what will we do with him?"

"I know! I know! I know!"

Zix sighed. Annoyed, he pointed to Sheen, "Yes, Sheen? Did you have something to say?"

"You could train me to eat fire and I could form the very first magic act in space!"

Travoltron swung his chair around. "If we don't need him, like, then can't we just like, take him home?"

Tee shook his fist. "We better take him home, Fool! I don't want anything bad happening to my little friend!"

Sheen grinned. "Hey, thanks. You want some gum?"

"But it's your last piece!"

Zix huffed angrily. "Enough with the preplanned lines! Fine, we'll take the little bugger home. But that's all we're doing."

"You hear that little man?" Tee asked, "You goin' home!"

He rolled his eyes. "Fine, geez! Just make up your minds already! First I'm going to be a sweet toy, then I'm not! You space guys should just make up your minds."

Travoltron played around with the controls. "Next stop, like, earth."

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