scott opened his eyes up, as flashes of white came to his green, gray eyes. he was laying in a pile of leaves, and he was sitting on top of daniel larusso.

he stood up and continued searching for the rabbit, as daniel opened his tired eyes.

"you coming?" scott asked.

"i don't know." daniel whispered, looking down onto the bottom.

scott continued walking through the hole until a door was beside him. he opened the door, but there was another door, and he continued opening each door he opened. he opened about 7 doors when he stopped. the final door then went him into a hall.

the hall looked like a exterior. there was doors against each wall, the roof had big lights in one corner, and the floor was with checkers and spooling squares. beside one door was a tiny curtain. it blew opened so that scott could see what was inside it.

it was a tiny door standing at 17 1/2 foot tall. the doorknob was golden.

the troubled son tried the doorknob, but then something all at once had happened.

"GAAAAAAA-" the doorknob spoke.

scott was in awe when it said that.

the doorknob twisted and smiled. "well, you gave me quite a turn."

scott looked down onto the floor. "you see, i found this little boy, and he saw me talking to him when i stood and-"

the doorknob had waited for minutes for the boy to speak up. for it has never met a person, a teenage boy, at 16 years old, that wanted to go back to chicago. the doorknob laughed and said, "say, door-turn, or door-turb."

scott said, "now, now."

the doorknob only gulped in a second. scott closed his mouth and blinked his eyes. the two of them stared at each other for about 10 or 13 seconds, and the doorknob was waiting to say a word, but it felt like it was a nervous time for it to talk. but then, the doorknob finally spoke.

"sayin' ain't doin." said the doorknob. "what was you gonna say again?"

scott patted his head. "well, i found this little boy sitting beside me, and he saw me talking to him, and we was following a rabbit with red glowing eyes until we fell and here we are. you oughta see the rabbit inside there."

the doorknob opened its mouth soverywide so that scott could look what was inside the mouth. all that is in it was white flashes in a pupil, and a black hole that went into a forest. scott smiled.

"i should follow him there! i must see him!" he said. the doorknob rolled its eyes. "i know you can, but your head's too big to fit in there. simply you can't pass." it said.

scott turned his head back. "man, i thought chicago was the only place that families been to the most,"

the doorknob closed its mouth. the troubled son stood up and took a step.

"come back, nothing is like a bottle," the doorknob called out. scott turned around to the door.

the teenage boy was sitting by then.

"have you ever saw a bottle on a table?" asked the doorknob.

"no, never in my life," scott whispered.

"well, why don't you a try a bottle on a glass table?" the doorknob declared.

a glass table with three legs and a bottle appeared in front of scott as he stood up. the bottle was plastic, and had a label written in bold cursive letters, 'DRINK ME'.

"read the directions," the doorknob told him. "and you'll certainly know what it means by magic!"

scott decided to observe the bottle. it was very well to say 'DRINK ME', but there might be something wrong. "let me look first," he said. "what if it said poisoning that it will burn your sorrow?"

the doorknob heard some mumbling coming from the teenage boy. "beg your pardon,"

"it also has stood there sooner or later," scott continued. he let the bottle come closer to his mouth, as if he was about to drink it. "but," he whispered. "something could happen to me."

he ventured to taste it, and it didn't look that bad to him. the doorknob smiled while he drank it. the bottle was not marked poison or cauliflower when he observed it, until the bottle was empty.

"hmm.. tastes like, cherry tart-" scott said, as he felt his body rumbling. "pepsi-cola," he rumbled again. "cookies, turkey, and-" he was around 9 inches high by the time he stopped rumbling.

"you went up like a candle," the doorknob laughed out. scott stood up and ran to the doorknob in excitement.

"look, you oughta been kidding me," he told him. "you don't trade off someone's rabbit, no matter what."

the doorknob twisted again. "no, don't talk about it," it spoke. "but let me tell you what, i'm locked."

scott facepalmed and turned around. "daniel oughta came here by now and told me the other things mr. miyagi did in this hole." he whispered to himself. he looked back at the door in a little bit of sadness.

"but maybe that you got the key so," the doorknob told.

scott turned to the door. he looked at his hands, and there was no key on him.

the doorknob laughed again. the troubled son folded his arms in frustration. what he wanted now was his unknown boy and the hole.

"don't you tell me you left it up there," the doorknob said, looking up to the table.

a golden key appeared on top of the table. scott looked up in shock to see it. he tried to climb on one of the table's legs, but since it was made with glass, it was too slippery to reach the key. this made the teenage boy sigh.

"whatever will i do now?" he asked the doorknob.

the doorknob gulped in a minute when its guest spoke. it was thinking of clues by then, and after a few minutes of consciousness it found one.

"try a box," it told scott. "naturally."

a box appeared in front of scott's legs. scott looked at the box and opened it. there was cookies inside there, and there was some written 'EAT ME', and a lot of them were written 'TRY ME' and 'BITE ME'. he took one of the cookies out and stood up.

"well, if i just eat one of them, maybe it'll make me tall or something."

he took a bite of the cookie he was holding and dropped it. he patted his head again. and then he knew that his whole body was rumbling again. scott looked down to his feet, and saw that they were far off he couldn't even see them. "let the mailman buy me some socks," he said. just then, he hitted his head against the roof and his hand was pressing it. he was around 11 feet tall when he stopped rumbling.

scott looked down onto the floor and sat in silence, only to cover the doorknob's mouth. he can hear mumbling noise from it as his foot stucked its mouth.

"i couldn't hear you, man." he told it. the doorknob twisted.

"sayin', a little bit of that itsy bitsy cookies went you to a long way," the doorknob whispered. "and i believe you gone too far." it laughed at the end of its sentence.

scott remembered being laughed at when he was in middle school, a few times of the best amount. the students laughing at him when he tripped, the fusoma family (they have about 43 children, the biggest amount in his new town) laughing at him getting chased by their 3 babies, and now the doorknob laughing at him being a bit of a rumbler. there was so much he could learn about, but something about him got busted in the cheeks.

"it's not funny anymore," he told the doorknob as he felt water coming in his green-gray eyes. the doorknob look up to the teenage boy feeling sadness come in his body.

"now.. now i couldn't..." he whispered as his voice broke. "I SHALL NEVER GET HOME!" scott yelled out at the end. and within that, he began to cry.

the tear from one of his eyes fell onto the ground as the doorknob tried to speak. "come on, man," it soothed, trying to get the boy's attention. "crying isn't gonna solve anything."

scott whipped a little bit of tears from his face. his nose was runny, and his mouth was filled with breaks and sobs. "i know what you mean by that," he sniffed. "but, i just can't-"

the tears from his eyes joined in the tear on the ground to fill the ground even harder. "oh dear. this could get really frustrating." the doorknob muttered.

scott closed his eyes and cover them with his hands, as he felt really broken about being 11 feet tall in his height. more tears rained and some puddles grew.

the doorknob looked in fear at the boost the teenage boy was making. it had seen some giant kids cry to make a flood in the hall, even when it met the blonde girl from britain.

a little while, daniel woke up to hear noises of splashing and sniffs, and he followed the path to see what the noise was coming from. he went through the 7 doors scott had opened into the hall where scott was in.

"what's wrong with you?" he asked scott.

the doorknob told him, "i told him he gone too far, and he was like this."

scott continued crying as the doorknob spoke. daniel had to drag onto his shirt to avoid getting wet, but he could feel tears falling on his hair.

but suddenly, the door had swung open and scott had quit crying. "you'll be ok like this, man." daniel whispered to him. "you have to be."

scott wiped a little bit of his watery eyes, and there was a flood covering his feet. the rabbit came in to see the amount of water inside the hall.

"if you please sir," scott said in a desperate tone. the rabbit looked up and saw the teenage boy. it dropped the fan it has on its hand onto the ground and ran into a door beside the tiny door.

the doorknob woke up to the noise of a door opening. "well, that was a coincidence." it said.

"shoot, this hall ain't a ocean," scott said, rolling his eyes. "you oughta see a water fountain."

"i seen some," the doorknob spoke. "if you haven't, i had seen giant kids sobbing whenever i meet then whenever the eat a cookie in a box."

daniel turned around to the ground, and then looked back up to scott. "i guess you know what fountains do, right?" he asked the doorknob.

"i guess so," the doorknob whispered.

scott felt his head sweating and he knew the hall was getting very hot inside, but luckily he had the fan in his hand, and has started waving to himself as he went on talking.

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