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  I Shrunk my BF!

  Book 2

  Zac to the Rescue!

  Katrina Kahler and John Zakour

  Copyright © KC Global Enterprises Pty Ltd

  All Rights Reserved

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 1

  Okay, this wasn’t so good. Through very little fault of my own, I had managed to use one of my mom’s crazy inventions to shrink my BFF, Joe, and myself. Just because we mistook a shrink ray for a time ray. Okay, maybe this was a little bit our fault. But we’re kids, we’re bound to do silly things now and then.

  Plus, it really wasn’t our fault at all that we fell into a box filled with old toys and got accidentally transported to the home of my classmate, Zac. Yep, so now my best friend, Joe and I were two inches tall, in Zac’s kitchen, at the mercy of Zac’s little brother Bobby. So far, Bobby was the only person to know about our little situation. He let us call my home and I got in contact with my little sister, Becky. I told her of our problem and asked her to tell Mom.

  Joe looked at me. “Do you really think Becky will tell your mom? After all, Becky isn’t your biggest fan.

  I nodded. “Yeah, I admit we have issues, but I’m sure she’ll tell our mom.” I paused. “At least, eventually… We just need to last long enough for her to get here. I think we can do that. We’re two smart kids.”

  “We did get ourselves shrunk,” Joe noted.

  I pointed at Bobby. “But now we have Bobby here on our side. Right, Bobby?”

  Bobby stood there grinning. “You got it. As long as I get my wishes! I will get my wishes, right?”

  “Of course,” I said.

  Bobby laughed. “Great!” He held up a finger. “I’ll be back in a minute. I need to get a piece of paper so I can write down my list of wishes.”

  “Wait, do you know how to write?” I asked.

  Bobby giggled. “Grown ups do it all the time. How hard can it be?”

  Joe looked at me. “Well, the kid doesn’t lack confidence…”

  I shook my head. “Hard to believe he’s related to Zac.”

  Joe simply sighed.

  Bobby burst back into the kitchen. “I just thought of something!” Bobby told us.

  “Now that might be a first,” Joe whispered to me.

  I laughed.

  Bobby walked towards us. “I don’t want you fairies to escape while I’m looking for a piece of paper and a pencil or crayon.”

  I put my hand over my heart. “We won’t. I’ll make you a fairy promise!”

  Bobby pointed at us. “Look, I’m not dumb!” He pointed to his head. “In fact, Mom says I am like way smart!”

  “We can see that,” I told Bobby.

  “Yes, our super magic fairy vision told us you are way smart. That’s why we came to you!” Joe said.

  Bobby grinned. He reached into a cupboard and pulled out a large, clear plastic bowl. Apparently, Bobby was sharp enough to see through our fake flattery. He walked over towards us with the bowl turned upside down. He plopped the bowl on top of us.

  “There...now I know you’ll be here when I come back,” he smirked, turned and left.

  Joe and I exchanged glances. “Now we have to hope he comes back before we run out of air!” Joe said. “I’m way too young to die, especially like this. Man, we’ll be the laughing stock of the school forever. I can see the headline now...

  “Joe, first off you are being way too dramatic. We have enough air in here to last a while. Second, that headline is way too long!”

  “Make jokes if you like, Bella. But you’ve seen Bobby in action. He has the attention span of a fly, a really dumb fly. He could easily forget about us.”

  “Nah, he wants his wishes. He’ll be back,” I reassured Joe and myself at the same time.

  Joe sat down. “I hope so.”

  “I know so!” I said.

  “I’m still worried about the air in here,” Joe groaned. He pointed to the sides of the bowl. “Look it’s fogging up. That can’t be good.”

  I felt pretty certain we had plenty of air under the bowl. I guessed the fogging up that had Joe so worried was just his own breath reflecting off the surface. Still, I know Joe well. I couldn’t have him panicking. The last thing we needed now was panicking. Actually, there is never a good time to panic. But being two inches tall and at the mercy of a five-year-old meant we needed to keep our heads and our wits about us.

  I examined the situation and came up with a plan.

  “I have an idea!” I told Joe. “This plastic bowl can’t be too heavy. We can just push it forward to the side of the counter.”

  “Ah, okay,” Joe replied. “And how does that help?”

  “We push until we get the tip of the bowl off the counter, that will let old air out and fresh air in,” I told him.

  Joe grinned. “I like that idea. I really need to fart and I didn’t want to do it with both of us breathing in the same air.”

  “I appreciate that!” I told him. Leaning on one of the sides of the bowl, I motioned for him to join me.

  “I’m a good friend,” he said proudly.

  He actually was.

  “Okay, push!” I ordered. “We can do this!”

  Sure enough, the bowl started moving forward. “We’re doing it!” I said, trying to hide the surprise in my voice. “I knew we would!” I added.

  We actually moved the bowl fairly easily. We moved it right to the edge of the counter. Then we gave it just a little shove, pushing the edge of the bowl over the side of the counter. The air inside actually felt fresher. Not sure if I just imagined that, but still we had done it! Finally, something in this crazy shrinking adventure had worked!

  “Phew,” Joe said. He faced his butt towards the opening and let a fart rip: Pprrrrft. He smiled. “That feels so much better.”

  I moved to the other side of the bowl. “I’m so glad you waited!”

  The back door swung open. Zac and Bobby’s sister, Meg burst into the kitchen from the outside. She carried a couple of packages. She shouted. “Hey, Zac! Mom wants to do some shopping without me! She said I whine too much, whatever that means! Mom says you get to watch me now!”

  Meg started to walk out of the kitchen. She stopped. She turned towards us. “Hey, what do we have here?”

  Chapter 2

  I waved and smiled at Meg. “Hi Meg, we’re magic fairies your brother, Bobby captured!”

  Meg walked over to us and looked down. “Yeah, right. Do you think I’m a dumb little kid like Bobby?”

  Joe shrugged. “We were hoping,” he said under his breath.

  Meg laughed. “Well, I’m seven, almost eight. I’m not as silly as Bobby! I know stuff.” She removed the plastic bowl away from us.

  “Thanks!” I told her.

  Meg leaned in to get a closer look at us. Her breath smelled of chocolate. “Hey, I know you!” she said pointing to me.

  I shook my head an
d looked away. “I don’t think so,” I said softly.

  Meg leaned in real close so I could look up her nostrils. “Yep, you’re that girl. The one who is always walking by our house, hoping to see Zac.”

  I laughed nervously. “No, you have me mixed up with some other girl. I’ve been told I look like a lot of people!” I said.

  Meg shook her head. Some of her dandruff fell on Joe and me, making us sneeze.

  “Bless you!” Meg said. “But no, I’m not wrong. Your sister, Becky and I played soccer together. I’ve seen you at games. Becky says your feet smell like day old cheese and your breath smells worse. She also says you use an odorant instead of deodorant.” Both Meg and Joe laughed.

  Joe nodded. “That does sound like Becky. Oh and I’m Joe.”

  I gave Joe a swift elbow into the gut. “Not helping, Joe!” I told him.

  Meg glared at me. She stomped her foot. “Admit it! If you do, I will help you.”

  I slowly nodded. “Yep, you got me…”

  Meg shot a finger in my face, her finger took up my entire face. “Now, admit you like my brother Zac!”

  I staggered back a step or two. “I admit he’s kind of handsome!”

  “Ha!” Meg laughed, sending spit flying out at us. “I knew it. I knew it.” She jumped up and down, shaking us a bit. “Believe me, girl who likes my brother, he’s not so great!”

  Joe stepped forward. “Oh, do tell.”

  Meg crossed her arms. “Well, for one thing, you can’t use the bathroom for about an hour after he poops! Not if you want to live! Mom says she can’t keep plants in the bathroom, cause Zac’s smell just kills them off.”

  “Good to know,” Joe said looking at me.

  Meg looked carefully at me. “Haha!” she shouted, jumping up and down again. “You’re the poop girl! You’re the one whose mom invented the poop maker machine so your house smelled like poop all the time,” she laughed. “Yeah, Zac talked about that.”

  “Oh, what did he say?” I asked.

  Meg leaned into me. “He thought it was funny.” She grinned. “Seriously, if you’re trying to impress my brother, you aren’t doing a very good job.”

  I fought back the urge to say, tell me something I don’t know. Instead, I tried to be productive with Meg, get her on my side. “So Meg, you know my mom invents all sorts of crazy inventions. That’s how we got so small. We were experimenting with one of them.”

  Meg looked at me with a crinkled neck. “You wanted to shrink yourselves?”

  I shook my head. “No, we didn’t know it was a shrink ray. We thought it was a time travel ray,” I told her.

  Meg laughed. “That’s pretty dumb!”

  “She’s got us on that one,” Joe told me.

  No argument for me. I needed to get Meg on our side. Sure she was hyperactive, but she seemed more reasonable to deal with than Bobby. If this worked out, then Zac would never know this had happened. “Meg, will you help us?”

  Meg rubbed her hands together. “What do I get for helping you?”

  “A good feeling, knowing you did the right thing,” Joe told her.

  “I can’t buy stuff with good feelings,” Meg told him. “I want more.”

  I groaned. “Joe and I both get allowances. When we get back to our normal size we can give you ten dollars!” I said.

  “Meg, if we had a hundred dollars, we’d have been at the mall shopping for cool shoes, not in my basement shrinking ourselves,” I told her.

  “Fifty dollars!” Meg insisted.

  “Fifteen,” I said.

  Meg grinned. “You know, I bet Zac would love to see you two this small. He could take a photo with his phone and post it on Facebook and Instagram. You’d be famous. Famous for being stupid!”

  “How about twenty-five dollars,” I countered. “Come on Meg, give us a break. Please.”

  Meg stood there tapping her foot.

  “Meg, we can’t give you money we don’t have,” Joe said.

  Meg leaned into Joe. “Hey, you’re kind of cute!”

  “Thanks,” Joe said.

  Meg pointed to me. “Is she your girlfriend?”

  “You know I’m right here and can hear all this. Right?” I said.

  They ignored me. “Nah,” Joe told her. “I think of her as a sister.”

  “Is that a good thing?” Meg asked.

  Joe nodded. “Yep, she’s a sister I get along really well with.”

  Meg grinned. “I like you. You seem nice and smart.” She popped one eye open wide. “Why do you hang out with poop girl?”

  “She’s cool when you get to know her,” Joe said.

  “I’ll do it!” Meg said. “What do you need me to do?”

  “Just keep us safe until my mom arrives,” I replied.

  “How do you know she’s coming?” Meg asked.

  “Bobby made a phone call for us. He gave my sister a message. If Mom doesn’t show up in an hour or so, we’ll need you to call my house.”

  Meg nodded. “I can do that.”

  She reached over and picked us up. She carried us towards the back door.

  “Where are you taking us?” I asked.

  “To the deck,” Meg told us. “That way, you’re mine and not Bobby’s, plus you’re safe from Zac seeing you.”

  Chapter 3

  Meg put Joe and me on top of a wooden picnic table. “I’ll be back in a minute. The sunlight will be good for you!” she said. She walked back into the house.

  I lay down on the table and stretched out. I had to admit the warm sun and the cool breeze did feel refreshing.

  “Feels good to be outside and free,” I told Joe.

  Joe remained standing, shaking a bit and looking over his shoulder. “I feel vulnerable out here,” Joe told me.

  “Joe, things are going to be fine. Sure, we’re two inches tall but we got a phone call through to my house and we have Meg and Bobby both helping us.”

  Joe shook his head. “First off, calling your little sister who refers to you as stink butt, doesn’t mean she’s going to give the message to your mom. Second, Bobby and Meg are both kids! Bobby seems to be on the wild and crazy side. Meg is either hyperactive or hyper calculating. I’m not really sure what’s worse!” He paused, “I’d feel better if Zac knew about us.”

  “No, no, no! How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t need Zac to see me like this! My hair is a mess! I smell like a hamster. Plus, I really need to go to the bathroom. So no, Joe. No Zac.” I patted the picnic table. “Trust me, buddy we’re going to be fine. Meg may be a little much, but she has a motive to help us. So does Bobby. We’ll be fine.”

  We heard something land behind us with a light thump. Turning towards the sound, we saw that a gray and white cat had pounced onto the table. The cat walked slowly towards us and sat, staring directly at us.

  “Are you sure about that?” Joe said, pointing at the cat.

  “It’s a cat, Joe! We’ve dealt with hundreds of cats.”

  “Cats are natural hunters,” Joe told me.

  “So, do we look like mice?”

  Joe nodded. “Actually, to that cat we might.”

  I studied the cat, studying us. It had its green eyes locked on us. Its whiskers stood straight out. Yep, it seemed to be trying to figure out what exactly we were. It sniffed the air.

  “The good thing is, we can’t smell too good to it right now,” I told Joe.

  “She’s trying to see if she smells fear in us,” Joe said, his eyes wide open.

  “Well then, let’s not smell like fear,” I said, even though I had no idea what fear smelled like.

  Joe shook his head. “Don’t think I can do that. Cats are natural hunters,” he repeated.

  “Maybe, but cats don’t eat people,” I said.

  “Lions and tigers and leopards are cats, and they all eat people,” Joe said, his knees now shaking.

  “Yes, but those are big cats!” I insisted.

  “Yep, but right now we’re little people. This cat is way
bigger than us. This cat outweighs us more now than any tiger or lion would if we were normal size. This could be the hunt that this cat has dreamed of!”

  “Yeah, that’s not going to happen!” I said. I pounded my hand into my fist. “I’m going to show this cat why humans are in control!”

  I took a step forward. Joe put a hand on my shoulder. “Bella, think twice about this.”

  “Joe, if I thought twice about anything would we both be two inches tall right now?”

  Joe looked me in the eyes. “All the more reason why maybe you should think twice about this one. Cats have sharp claws that they use to take out their prey.”

  I ignored Joe and moved towards the cat. “Maybe, but most prey isn't as smart as us.” I looked the cat in the eyes. “Nice kitty!” I said. “You don’t want to hurt us. We’re people. Cats like people!”

  The cat glanced at me with a tilted head. It raised a paw. I saw the claws. I dove to the ground as the paw swiped over me.

  “Bad cat! Bad cat!” I scolded.

  I rolled quickly to the side as the cat pounced forward. By speaking to it with words that it may have been able to understand, might have slowed the cat down a bit, but it still wanted to get me. It's natural instinct to hunt was too strong to be stopped by hearing a couple of familiar words. I rolled to my feet. I felt a paw on my back. The cat forced me to the ground. This was it. Man, what a terrible way to go, eaten by a cat while on the back deck of the house that belonged to the cutest boy in school. I was destined to be a laughing stock forever. I would be known as Bella, the dumb girl who shrank herself and was then eaten by a little pussycat because she was too stubborn to listen to her best friend. I could only hope the cat finished me off completely, so nobody would be able to recognize me.

  No! I didn’t want that. No, I was Bella. Yeah, sure my inquisitive mind would get me in trouble now and then. But in the past, my mind had always been able to get me OUT of trouble.