Doc's World

[DocRick]

For reasons I can't explain, this picture absolutely fascinates me:


I was trying to guestimate how tall Connie was and ran across this interesting article on table football by the American Smithsonian Institute:

The Murky History of Foosball

I could not find anything that definitively said how tall a regulation foosball man had to be, though there was quite a bit of discussion concerning the shape of their toes. So, basing my guess about the height of the foosball men in the picture above on a limited survey of replacement foosball men, I'm going they say they're four inches tall. Using that scale, I'd estimate Connie's height as being somewhere between five and five and a half inches tall.

I would guesstimate, you are correct. It would have been a better collage if I could have removed one of the teams, so it would be her against one entire team, but that is beyond my abilities.

[DocRick]

Cassidy had refused to clean her enclosure while her owner was at work. A hour or so in "time-out" will convince her to do as she is told.

[DocRick]

Micheal Thorton went to the Indians game to get a free bobblehead for his collection. Unfortunately, they ran out before he got to the gate. Not wanting to go home empty handed, he found these two cuties smoking some weed behind the concessions stand. They asked him to join them and after a bit, he decided to shrink them and take them home instead. Sure, they're all giggly now, but I think their attitudes will be different when the weed wears off and they wake up in a hamster cage tomorrow.

[jeffrey-dallas]

Micheal Thorton went to the Indians game to get a free bobblehead for his collection. Unfortunately, they ran out before he got to the gate. Not wanting to go home empty handed, he found these two cuties smoking some weed behind the concessions stand. They asked him to join them and after a bit, he decided to shrink them and take them home instead. Sure, they're all giggly now, but I think their attitudes will be different when the weed wears off and they wake up in a hamster cage tomorrow.

[LittleNikki]

Sure, they're all giggly now, but I think their attitudes will be different when the weed wears off and they wake up in a hamster cage tomorrow.[/url]

It does pose an interesting question, about the impact on a woman if she gets shrunk while drunk or high

[DocRick]

Sure, they're all giggly now, but I think their attitudes will be different when the weed wears off and they wake up in a hamster cage tomorrow.[/url]

It does pose an interesting question, about the impact on a woman if she gets shrunk while drunk or high

We all do things while under the influence that we regret later. She probably won't comprehend the danger she is in at the time and enjoy the "attention" she is getting or believe it's just a "trip"........but then reality sets in along with sobriety.......

[LittleNikki]

Sure, they're all giggly now, but I think their attitudes will be different when the weed wears off and they wake up in a hamster cage tomorrow.[/url]

It does pose an interesting question, about the impact on a woman if she gets shrunk while drunk or high

We all do things while under the influence that we regret later. She probably won't comprehend the danger she is in at the time and enjoy the "attention" she is getting or believe it's just a "trip"........but then reality sets in along with sobriety.......

I was more curious about the impacts of the intoxicants in her system. Would the shrinking process make her more inebriated, suddenly sober her up, or have no impact?

[DocRick]

It does pose an interesting question, about the impact on a woman if she gets shrunk while drunk or high

We all do things while under the influence that we regret later. She probably won't comprehend the danger she is in at the time and enjoy the "attention" she is getting or believe it's just a "trip"........but then reality sets in along with sobriety.......

I was more curious about the impacts of the intoxicants in her system. Would the shrinking process make her more inebriated, suddenly sober her up, or have no impact?

If the ETOH molecules shrink at the same ratio as you, there should not be any difference. Would you care to come over and we can try some.....experiments in the matter?

[LittleNikki]

We all do things while under the influence that we regret later. She probably won't comprehend the danger she is in at the time and enjoy the "attention" she is getting or believe it's just a "trip"........but then reality sets in along with sobriety.......

I was more curious about the impacts of the intoxicants in her system. Would the shrinking process make her more inebriated, suddenly sober her up, or have no impact?

If the ETOH molecules shrink at the same ratio as you, there should not be any difference. Would you care to come over and we can try some.....experiments in the matter?

For purely scientific reasons, of course

[DocRick]

I was more curious about the impacts of the intoxicants in her system. Would the shrinking process make her more inebriated, suddenly sober her up, or have no impact?

If the ETOH molecules shrink at the same ratio as you, there should not be any difference. Would you care to come over and we can try some.....experiments in the matter?

For purely scientific reasons, of course

Hmmmmmmmmmmm. I was wrong. The shrinking has seemed to have intensified the inebriative effects of the alcohol on you. Now I'll just have to wait until it wears off. I wonder what I should do to pass the time.....I seem to have lost my fidget spinner..........

[QTips]

Sure, they're all giggly now, but I think their attitudes will be different when the weed wears off and they wake up in a hamster cage tomorrow.

Or you can keep blowing cannabis into their cage to keep them high and stupid for a few days. You may get some interesting entertainment out of them. Especially if the hamster is still in residents.

[DocRick]

Harper was a model as well as an environmental activist. She was hired to do a photoshoot portraying the effects of litter on 10 of the most exotic beaches in the world. The shoot was supposed to last six weeks, so she thought of it as a free six week working vacation as well as get her name and face out in the "Green" political world where she hoped to get a job in Washington. The arrived at the first location and she was directed to a tent where she could change into her bikini. While in the tent, she felt a strange sensation, then got a little lightheaded and she dropped to her knees. The feeling stopped in a few seconds, and she just thought jet lag had caught up with her. She walked through the tent flap and was stunned to see she was surrounded by giants. The director walked up and knelt down. "Didn't your agent explain this to you? We wanted to show the world what a BIG problem litter is on the beaches around the world". When she recovered from the shock, she was directed to an area of the beach where some beer cans and other litter had accumulated. She went through her routine as the photographer shot all his pictures. The director yelled "Great shoot. Let's wrap it up. Abby?" On hearing the name "Abby", Harper looked around and saw Abby walking towards them. Harper knew Abby was "bi" and had mentioned to another model that she had a crush on Harper but knew Harper was straight and wouldn't be interested in a working stiff even if she was bi or a lesbian. No one else in the agency knew this as Abby was savvy enough to leave her personal feelings off of her social media. As Abby got closer, Harper noticed she was carrying some kind of box with a small door and wire windows. Harper turned to the director and asked what the box was all about". The director told her, "You can only be miniaturized and restored once without serious side affects. Abby will be your chaperone for the rest of the six-week project."

[DocRick]

Roxanne was suffering through the annual company picnic. She really didn't care for most of her fellow workers drones and only one, a girl named Vicki, did she even have a casual friendship with. They were chatting on the outskirts of the group and Roxanne offered to wade through the others and get she and Vicki a drink. When she returned, Vicki was gone. She saw a path leading into the woods, which was the only direction Vicki could have walked off and she not have seen her. She called her name but received no response. Roxanne started walking into the woods looking for Vicki when she came upon a small cave in the side of one of the foothills of a mountain range bordering the picnic area. As she walked up to the mouth of the cave, she saw Vicki's purse sitting on a rock next to the entrance. Looking down, she saw footprints in the fine dust on the floor of the cave, leading into it. She called Vicki's name again, still hearing no reply. Against her better judgement, she started into the cave, using her cigarette lighter as her only source of illumination. The passage had a few twists and turns, but no offshoots and the floor was quite flat and smooth. As she rounded a sharp bend, she was hit with a severe episode of nausea, causing her to violently expel the lunch she had eaten an hour ago. She dropped her lighter. The nausea subsided and she felt around the floor of the cave but couldn't find her lighter. She sat there for a few minutes, not sure which way was out, and which way was deeper into the cavern. It was pitch-black but in one direction, she thought she could see some light, very faint, but very visible in the utter blackness of the cave. She carefully walked towards the light, shuffling her feet in fear of stepping into a pitfall or tripping over something. As she slowly shuffled forward, the light became more apparent and soon she could actually see the walls of the cave and the floor, which now had changed from dust on smooth rock to a smooth, damp, but hardpacked mud. She finally came to the opening of the cave and she stepped out into the bright sunlight. She had spent well over an hour in the inky darkness of the cave, and it was taking her eyes a bit to adjust to the sudden brightness. She looked at the surrounding vegetation, which appeared to be some type of large grass, like bamboo, not the forest at the other end of the cave, now found to be a tunnel. Just a few feet to her side were five conjoined depressions in the mud. She let out a nervous laugh and thought for a moment that looked like a dinosaur footprint. Then she heard a voice coming from above her. A boy's voice excitedly exclaiming "Look !! There's another one !! Grab her !!" She pivoted and looked up to see a giant hand coming towards her. Frozen by shock, she stood there as the huge appendage reached her and five pink, soft telephone poles wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides just below her shoulders and enveloping her entire body to just above her ankles. She was lifted into the air and found herself staring into the faces of a grinning teenage boy and girl, both of which were as big as the giant ape in the movie "King Kong". The boy stood up and carried her to the other side of a large bush, then dropped her into a jar. Roxanne was immediately embraced by Vicki, who was also imprisoned in the jar. The boy picked up the jar containing the two terrified girls and he and his sister began walking home. As they walked the boy said, "See? I told you those were tiny people bones Rover shit out last week and you didn't believe me. I knew if I waited there long enough, more would come out of the hole. Which one do you want to keep?"

[DocRick]

Hey, guys and all my favorite tiny ladies. Doc here. Recently I was pulled out of retirement to assist with an investigation for one of my former agencies. While on a plainclothes intelligence gathering operation with my K-9, we were made and in the ensuant drama, I sustained a significant injury to my hand. Hoping my old borrower veterinarian technician friend, Tatiana could save my finger, I called Monica and she rushed Tati to the hospital. Unfortunately, the damage was unrepairable, and I lost part of my finger. When I was discharged, Tatiana insisted I would need some "home health care" so they came back to my house to assist in my ......recovery. All I can say, as a gentleman, is their "bedside manner" was like nothing I could ever have imagined. They've gone home now, and I'll out of action for a while, so I'll have plenty of spare time to tell more tales from the dark side of my world, although typing is a little harder with just one functioning hand.

Some of the above story is true and the background photograph is actually my hand.

[court jester]

Ouch, hope you recover soon

[AB23]

Oh man that looks painful. Hope you feel better soon!

[DocRick]

Ouch, hope you recover soon

Thanks. I've had far worse injuries or wounds throughout my careers, but this is the first one that is gonna leave more than just a scar and a bad memory.

[DocRick]

Consuella answered a want ad for a maid. The ad said, "Live-in maid, full time, private quarters, meals provided, small house floor plan, does require some interaction with the children." She thought it would be a perfect job for her as her acting career wasn't going well after the movie, she had her first major role had flopped at the box office and she was being evicted from her apartment at the end of the month. She arrived at the house, which was actually a mansion, and sat down in the owner's office for the interview. The wife left the office to get some coffee and when she returned, she offered Consuella a cup. As the interview concluded, Consuella stood up to leave and immediately blacked out. When regained consciousness, she found herself wearing one of those sexy maid outfits. She didn't recognize the room she was in and when she touched the slip covers on the furniture, it had a very coarse texture. She called out, but no one answered. Getting a little anxious, she ran to the front door, and it wouldn't open. She tried two other doors, the door in the kitchen and the door in the family room, but neither of those doors would open either. Now in a panic, she tried to open a window, but again, she couldn't open them. Then she noticed the windows weren't glass but had a neighborhood theme painted on them. Everything seemed off. The hardwood floor wasn't really smooth, and the grain was too big. The tables and lamps felt like plastic. She noticed the threads in the seams of the curtain seemed more like a heavy string than thread. Suddenly, the ceiling was lifted up and away, and she found herself looking straight up at the husband who had interviewed her, but now he was the size of a building. "Oh, good" he said as he reached down and picked up a pillow she had thrown in frustration when she couldn't find a way out of the house. " You're awake. Just make yourself at home. The children will be home shortly. They have been dying for a new maid since our last one had a little..........accident."

[DocRick]

A picture I made for LittleNikki's story "The Pool of Dreams".

[DocRick]

As a teenager, Michael Thorton had discovered his father's natter miniaturization machine unbeknownst by his professor father. One of his favorite games, was "shrink the maid". When no one was home but the maid and he, he would trick them to go into the lab and shrink them, then play various games with them, such as "cat and mouse" or "King Kong". Véronique was one of his victims. He let her escape into the garden, then he would catch her, each time removing one piece of her clothing, then letting her escape again. When she had lost the last piece of clothing, the game changed to something a little more........intimate. As the restoration process erased the memory of the victim, none of the maids remembered what Michael had done to them, though a few ended up as patients of the local asylum because of the horrific dreams they started having afterwards.

[DocRick]

I came home from work this evening and found the house a mess and my two granddaughters playing in the family room. I called out to Tina, my foster daughter, but she didn't answer. I started walking through the house and heard a faint voice. I looked around and didn't see anyone. I heard, "Down here". I looked down and saw a doll walk out from under the sofa. Dropping down to one knee, I looked closer at the "doll" and realized it was not a doll at all, but my foster daughter. She was only 5 inches tall!!! I set my hand down on the floor and she hesitantly climbed onto my palm, dragging the handkerchief she been hiding under with her. I lifted her up to confirm I was seeing what I thought I was seeing but not believing. I said, "What happened?" She replied, "I don't know. We were all playing, then I put the girls down for a nap. I got a bottle of iced tea out of the fridge and sat down to watch a movie. I must have dozed off, but when I was yanked out of my sleep, Amy was picking me up off the couch. I didn't know what was going on. I thought I was having a nightmare, but she was squeezing me so tight, I could barely breathe. She said to Abby, 'Let's play dress up with our new dolly'. She set me down and I ran under the couch. They tried to get me for a while, then they gave up. I've been hiding here until you got home."


Maybe I should digress. You can call me "Doc". I'm a microbiophysiologist. I'm divorced and with two granddaughters that I have custody of since my ex, my daughter and my son-in-law were busted for trafficking in stolen military guns and narcotics. I'm working for myself now. Still doing research, but since the "accident" shut down my company, I'm working on the Q-T. Tina, who I now call "Triple T" for Teeny Tiny Tina, was my best friend's daughter. Bill, her dad, and I worked together in the study of molecular sizing. We were trying to find a way to miniaturize molecules in order to alter the shape of physical objects. Bill and I became quite good friends. We shared interests in fishing, bowling, hunting and classic cars. Soon, I became like a member of their family. They had one child, a fifteen-year-old daughter named "Tina". Bill was one of those great dads that doted on his daughter. Over the next year, Tina had a couple of bad relationships with boys her age. She quit dating and spent much of her free time hanging out with her dad and I. She started calling me "Uncle Doc" and was always quick to greet me with a bear hug, a smile and a squeeze of my hand. Now get your minds out of the gutter. Not only is she "jailbait" but I'm three times her age. She just seemed to enjoy the company of mature men to the juvenile antics of boys her age.

I occasionally got visitation of my granddaughters, usually for two weeks at a time, about every three months. Tina, of course, became their babysitter when I had to go to my office. She loved the girls and would even come over to play with them while I was not at work. One evening, I was working late in my home office and Tina was playing with the kids. I got up to get a drink and checked on everyone. The girls were asleep in their beds and Tina was crashed out on the couch. I gently picked her up in my arms and carried her to the guest room and put her to bed, then returned to my drink.

This went on for two years. Tina babysat the girls, moving into my house for all intents and purposes for the two weeks I had the girls. During other times, she would go fishing and hunting with her dad and I. I taught her to shoot, thread a worm on a hook, ride a motorcycle and the four of us even went skydiving. Tina still hadn't started dating again. She seemed to prefer to hang with the "old dudes" as she called her dad and I. The bear hugs and hand squeezes were getting more frequent and lingering a little longer than I comfortable with, but I didn't do anything to avoid them either.

One unforgettable evening my telephone rang. Bill's wife had been killed in a traffic accident. She was driving down the mountain roads from our development when her brakes failed. She couldn't slow or stop the car and it left the road and over a cliff. I met Bill and Tina at the hospital. Tina cried in my arms while Bill spoke with the police and the funeral home director. Bill and I spent even more time together, Tina too, but she seemed to be broken. Her bearhugs usually turned into crying on my shoulder and the hand squeezes became light touches. Her smile was gone but she would still look into my eyes, and I could see the pain she was in. I did my best to cheer her up, but I wasn't very successful. The only time Tina seemed to be happy is when she was with my granddaughters. Tina was now just shy of her seventeenth birthday.

Bill was a mess too. He took a lot of time off of work and started drinking heavily. One evening, while he was working in the lab, there was a tremendous explosion. Bill was killed. The police ruled his death as a suicide. Neither Bill or his wife had siblings or any close relatives. I petitioned the court for guardianship, and it was granted. Even though I was not married, I was a "Pillar of the Community". I had established numerous nonprofit charities and participated in various civic activities, usually paying the lion's share of the expenses. I sent up a trust fund for Tina so she would never be in need of money. You see, I'm also a multimillionaire, though until now, only me, my banker and the IRS knew it. Since my divorce, I lived a very low key and frugal lifestyle. Tina moved into my home, helped me care for the girls and we became even closer than ever. We started doing the things we used to do with her father. She smiled more often, her bearhugs became more frequent and she would squeeze my hand again when saying "goodbye". We would snuggle on the couch and watch horror movies on television. She would jump into my arms and squeeze me around the neck at the scary parts. Then one day, she announced she wanted to go to college out of state.

I never wanted a "spring-autumn" relationship with Tina. I was way too old for that and didn't want to deal with the comments from other members of the community if they thought Tina and I had were engaging in an inappropriate relationship. So, I started bragging about Tina's decision to go to college and follow in her father's footsteps as a scientist. Of course, I was going to pay for all her expenses. Her 18th birthday turned into a community event as everyone in our development loved her as much as I did....maybe more.

Then came the day I found her tiny. I promised her I would find a way to restore her size as I still had a lot of connections with my old research partners, but I told her we needed to keep this secret. If the world found out about her, they would take her away from me. I quit going to my office away from home and only interacted with the other scientists by secure email servers. Every day I would tell Triple T that we were making progress and it could be any day now. I had built her a dollhouse to "give her some sense of normalcy". She wasn't much of a "material girl", but when I gave her my favorite cat's eye marble for her nineteenth birthday, she loved it. She would sometimes just sit and hold it like a basketball in her hands, gazing into it like a genie might appear and make her big again.


She also loved the teddy bear I gave her. She would climb on and snuggle in its ultrasoft fur.



We still watched horror movies, but she would either sit on my shoulder and bury her face in my neck at the scary parts or sit in the palm of my hand where she could hug my thumb when necessary. The bowels of my mind were riddled with compromising and conflicting emotions. When she sat on my palm, I could feel her smooth little ass rubbing on my skin as she never wore any underwear under her nightie. She would make me lift her up to my face so she could kiss me on the cheek each night before bed and her tiny breasts rubbing on my cheek would cause uncontrollable stirrings in my loins. I knew I "wanted" her, but what shreds of morality I still had prohibited me from acting on these impulse. If only she realized what she was doing to me.


One day, before bed, I found her watching television with the girls, who were now old enough to know how to be gentle with her. I put the girls to bed then back to the family room. I scooped Triple T up in my hand and lifted her up. I told her that we still haven't made any significant progress in coming up with a restoration process. She told me to lift her higher. She reached out and put her hand on my face and said, "That's okay. I know you're doing the best you can. I'm just happy to have someone like you to take care of me until then."



Her words ripped through my guts like the bullet from an AK47 when I was shot by a terrorist in Lebanon a lifetime ago. You see, I have the antidote for her condition. I also planted the guns and drugs that got my ex and daughter sent to prison so I could get custody of the girls and have Tina become their babysitter. I sabotaged the brakes on Tina's mother's car and caused the explosion that killed her father so I wouldn't have to share her with them. I had put the miniaturization formula in her iced tea because I didn't want her to leave me for college. I'll restore her to normal someday. I'm just not ready to let her go. Maybe a couple more years. She'll be my sole beneficiary, so she'll never be wanting for money. My doctor found a slow growing tumor in my brain, caused by the chemicals and radiation I been using for my research over the years. He said I have maybe five years left, but the tumor will start causing changes in my personality and affecting my judgement much sooner. Funny, but I just couldn't tell him just how wrong he was........that had already started...........four years ago.

I had made these pictures while in a frivolous mood for another member of this forum. For some reason, as I looked at them, a darkness crept into my mind. Maybe the darkness was brought back out by my recent injury or maybe it was there all along, lurking just under the surface. I don't know but I hoped everyone, especially you.........who you know who you are, enjoyed the story.

[DocRick]

Kieth Dillon was a spy. Serious black ops stuff, the stuff the government will never admit to being involved in. He's been retired for ten years now, living under an alias in a small town not far from the Los Angeles seaboard. One day, he received a call from a restricted number. The caller said "I have your daughter". Kieth immediately hung up and called his daughter's phone. He heard her quivering voice as the call was answered, "Daddy?" The first voice came on the line. "Now you know this isn't a scam. Wait for my call". The phone went dead. He called his daughter's college and was advised his daughter's dorm room had been broken into and she and her cell phone were the only things missing. Her car was still in the parking lot and her room and car keys were here too. He hung up and waited for several hours. His phone rang, again from a restricted number. Kieth answered and the caller said, "Go to dock 36. Wait by the red building across from the guard shack. A white van will pick you up. No tricks or your daughter dies a horrible death. It will take you 25 minutes to get to the dock if you leave immediately. It will my driver 30 minutes to drive you from that location to mine. If you are not here in 60 minutes, your daughter dies. You know my voice and you know I am a man of my word, regardless of whatever else you think of me."

Kieth drove to the dock and saw the white van. He got in the back. Oddly, there was no one in the van but the driver, but a wall was positioned between the front and rear of the van. There were no windows and the doors locked when he closed the door. He watched his watch.....exactly thirty minutes later the van stopped. The door opened and he faced numerous black hooded men with automatic weapons. He was searched for weapons or radio transmitters. He had none on him, but they did take his cell phone. Kieth was walked, unrestrained to his surprise, into the building, a large nondescript warehouse nestled between several mountains, up two flights of stairs and into a luxurious apartment. Sitting with his back to him was the man who had been his biggest opponent during his service in the agency. A trafficker in anything from guns to drugs to humans and a terrorist for the highest bid. A man who would kill someone just because he wanted to but would catch a spider in a cup and release it outside without harming it. He and Kieth had encountered each other many times over the decades. Sometimes Kieth won by stopping his plans, other times he won by outwitting Kieth and was successful in his ventures. They had never met until Kieth arrested him 10 years ago in Thailand, but he had escaped four years ago and dropped off the face of the planet. Until now. His name was Hans Guten and they were about to meet again.

Hans told the guards to leave them alone and for Kieth to approach. Kieth walked towards Hans, who was sitting at a chess table, already set up for a game, black facing him, white on the opposite side. Kieth said, "Where is she?" Hans didn't answer but said "We are both formidable chess players. White for you and your choice to begin or pass the opening to me. The rules are simple. One game. Winner takes all. You see, I am dying. Maybe two or three months, but undeniably soon. I wanted one more competition with you before I die and I am not healthy enough to fight you anymore. So a game of wits and nerve will suffice. After we complete our business, I will retire to my island home until my time ends."

Kieth again said, "Where IS she?" Hans reached to the chessboard and grasped the black queen and rotated it. To his shock and horror, he saw his daughter, miniaturized to about 3 inches tall and tied to the chess piece. Hans continued, "The rules are simple. You win, she is restored to her normal size and you both go free. You lose, you die and she is sold, as is, to the most perverted deviant to ever live on this planet. Boris Zanoviah. I know he is well known to you as he was responsible for the demise of your friend and fellow agent, Zania Petrovsky. I hope you enjoyed the pictures I sent you of her last hours. Would you like to make the first move?"

[DocRick]

Professor Thorton's wife's hobby, to no surprise, was dollhouses. As the good professor was busy with his research, sometimes from the crack of dawn to late at night, she decided to open a high-end dollhouse store to occupy her time. But not satisfied with regular dollhouse furniture, she would buy real furniture from closeout sales, estate sales and liquidation sales, then use the backup matter miniaturization device to shrink the items to dollhouse size. The mini-furniture sold for way over what she paid for them at life-size. Business was booming and she hired two college students, Kimberly and Helena, spending the summer at the nearby beach, to help out. The girls were let in on the secret and since the Thorton's were wealthy and the store was not intended to be a money maker, the girls were paid very well for their discretion. There were some days the girls were left alone to close up, so at the end of the day, they would lock the doors and use the matter miniaturization device on themselves. They would "roleplay" for real, acting out scenes from stories like Alice in Wonderland, Land of the Giants, Thumbelina and others. Sometimes one or the other would be miniaturized and the other would be the giant. Being lesbians, their "roleplaying" gave their sex life's a real kick. Other times, both girls shrunk themselves and they would play among both the miniature and life size furniture and other "props". One slow day, they decided to close up early. They miniaturized themselves and set about their antics. They were shocked to realize they forgot to lock the door and one of their best, but a little odd, customer Mr. Appletree, came in the store. They tried to hide on the display shelf they were on as he wandered through the store. He picked up the bed the girls were hiding behind. Paralyzed with fear, they couldn't run or resist as his massive hand descended on them, scooped them up and deposited the girls in his pocket. He strolled over to the register, left five $100 bills under the receipt printer and on a sticky note, he jotted down: "Two dolls" $500.00. Paid in full". As he left the store, he pressed the lock button on the doorknob and pulled the door closed behind him. The next day he was walking through town and saw a couple townsfolk looking at a flyer of the two missing girls on a telephone pole. He said, "I sure hope the girls didn't go swimming. I hear tell of sharks being seen just off the beach lately." As he walked away, looking at his shopping list...... Scotch tape.....Q-tips......string.........tongue depressors......chocolate syrup........ he couldn't suppress just a little smile.

[QTips]

Nice shopping list. He forgot flypaper.

[DocRick]

Nice shopping list. He forgot flypaper.