Ms.Cathy adds all the detergents in the compartments, sets the time and dumps the load (with you) in the washing machine. You scramble to make it out of the sock and up to the top but its too late, the door clothes and the water starts to fill in. If anyone would have come in and looked at the machine they would see nothing but swirling colors and inaudible screams. You soon pass out from lack of oxygen
Ms.Cathy comes back after the buzzers goes off and transfers the clothes from the wash to the dryer. The less intense roll of the dryer makes you fall on your stomach on the edge of a button, knocking the water out of your lungs. Luckily your brain cells regenerate from the invincibility aspect of the shrinking treatment. By the time the dryer stopped you were still woozy and weak. Ms.Cathy came back in once again and placed the clothes in individual baskets for each member of the family. You were in....
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