Stan sprinted back, panicking, eager to get away from the colossal kids that were pounding the ground near him and getting progressively closer. He realised there was only one place he could hide to not only escape those lethal feet but to ensure they wouldn't see you as they came past - the giant man's cooler! Not able to come up with any other options, Stan sprinted back over to it. Luckily, the lid of the cooler was on a hinge and lay diagonally down towards the grass, so he jumped into the lid and crouched down - hoping, praying, that it provided adequate cover.
Stan didn't even dare to look. He crouched down into the lid as low as he could, burying his face in the plastic and not moving a muscle, praying one of the kids hadn't seen the little sprint.
He was in luck. They hadn't. Stan was home free, as the kids ran past, too preoccupied with playing in the ocean to notice the 3-inch guy running away from them in the sand. Stan let out a sigh of relief, when all of a sudden, everything went dark. Stan brought himself to a kneeling position in time to see a gigantic, hairy forearm reaching over him. It was awe-inspiring to see, and Stan was amazed at it for a second. But then he realised what was happening - the giant was closing the lid of the cooler! Stan could be trapped inside!
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