Becky's plan backfires
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 25
by
copier
· original author:
Skylow
"Why should we give him back to Becky?" Mandy asked. "We've wanted him for a toy and now we have him. Let's get Lex, Molly, Jill and Billi over tonight and have a sleepover! They will want to play with him, too."
"But let's put Phil away for now," Michelle said, as if she were referring to a toy. "We want him to be able to move when the others get here." Phil was placed on a soft feather pillow and covered with a clean sock. As he slept, the blinding pain in his body subsided and he awoke able to fully move. He got up, stretched, and then looked up in horror at the six young faces staring down at him.
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"You LOST him?" Mrs. Bemine screamed at Becky.
"I didn't loose him, I loaned him to Mandy," Becky retorted, somewhat fearfully. "She said that she would take him to school today and bring him back."
"Well, has she brought him back?" Mrs. Bemine demanded.
"N...no," Becky stammered.
"Then he's with Mandy, unless those little nitwits lost him or killed him at school." Mrs. Bemine stormed into the kitchen. She came back with a vial of liquid. "Watch," she ordered her daughter. She put one drop of the liquid in the aquarium and the fish shrank until they were barely visible. "You had better make sure Phil goes to school tomorrow. I think you'll make just as cute a toy as he makes."
Becky swallowed hard. She knew that she had no choice other than to go to Mandy's house and get Phil back.
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Phil, meanwhile was sitting in eight-year-old Jill's mouth, picking peices of food out of her braces. It didn't help that Jill would pull Phil under her slimy tongue every so often and put some more chips or cookies in her mouth, squashing him under the flexing muscle and then making him start over. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open and Becky stormed in.
"Alright, you little shrimps, where's Phil?"
"What are you talking about?" Mandy asked.
Becky's response was to grab the little girl by the collar and slam her against the wall. "You know damn well what I'm talking about," she fumed. "I leant him to you. I want him back. Now!"
"We can't give him back to you," Michelle said from behind Becky. "You flushed him down the toilet when he wouldn't lick your feet, remember?"
"What?" Becky said between her teeth, her eye twitching.
"That's the way I remember it," Mandy said. "Phil hasn't been here all day. You can ask my mom. And you can ask my teacher. He wasn't at my school either."
"You told us that you would kill us too if we told anybody," Michelle continued. "I don't think your mom would be too happy if we told her that." Becky gappled all the girls, one by one and checked their pockets. She checked the chips, cookies, sleeping bags, piles of stuffed animals, Mandy's clothes drawer, and closet before giving up. Then she looked at the girls. She noticed one had been strangely silent while being "inspected".
"You," Becky said to Jill. "Open your mouth and lift up your tongue." Jill obeyed, revealing her empty mouth. Becky turned white as a ghost. She knew that when she came home empty handed, she would be Phil's size or smaller and end up as a foot toy for her mother. She cried as she ran outside and all the girls giggled as she drove away.
"But let's put Phil away for now," Michelle said, as if she were referring to a toy. "We want him to be able to move when the others get here." Phil was placed on a soft feather pillow and covered with a clean sock. As he slept, the blinding pain in his body subsided and he awoke able to fully move. He got up, stretched, and then looked up in horror at the six young faces staring down at him.
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"You LOST him?" Mrs. Bemine screamed at Becky.
"I didn't loose him, I loaned him to Mandy," Becky retorted, somewhat fearfully. "She said that she would take him to school today and bring him back."
"Well, has she brought him back?" Mrs. Bemine demanded.
"N...no," Becky stammered.
"Then he's with Mandy, unless those little nitwits lost him or killed him at school." Mrs. Bemine stormed into the kitchen. She came back with a vial of liquid. "Watch," she ordered her daughter. She put one drop of the liquid in the aquarium and the fish shrank until they were barely visible. "You had better make sure Phil goes to school tomorrow. I think you'll make just as cute a toy as he makes."
Becky swallowed hard. She knew that she had no choice other than to go to Mandy's house and get Phil back.
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Phil, meanwhile was sitting in eight-year-old Jill's mouth, picking peices of food out of her braces. It didn't help that Jill would pull Phil under her slimy tongue every so often and put some more chips or cookies in her mouth, squashing him under the flexing muscle and then making him start over. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open and Becky stormed in.
"Alright, you little shrimps, where's Phil?"
"What are you talking about?" Mandy asked.
Becky's response was to grab the little girl by the collar and slam her against the wall. "You know damn well what I'm talking about," she fumed. "I leant him to you. I want him back. Now!"
"We can't give him back to you," Michelle said from behind Becky. "You flushed him down the toilet when he wouldn't lick your feet, remember?"
"What?" Becky said between her teeth, her eye twitching.
"That's the way I remember it," Mandy said. "Phil hasn't been here all day. You can ask my mom. And you can ask my teacher. He wasn't at my school either."
"You told us that you would kill us too if we told anybody," Michelle continued. "I don't think your mom would be too happy if we told her that." Becky gappled all the girls, one by one and checked their pockets. She checked the chips, cookies, sleeping bags, piles of stuffed animals, Mandy's clothes drawer, and closet before giving up. Then she looked at the girls. She noticed one had been strangely silent while being "inspected".
"You," Becky said to Jill. "Open your mouth and lift up your tongue." Jill obeyed, revealing her empty mouth. Becky turned white as a ghost. She knew that when she came home empty handed, she would be Phil's size or smaller and end up as a foot toy for her mother. She cried as she ran outside and all the girls giggled as she drove away.
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