"RACHEL!" You holler at the top of your voice. It works. Rachel's eyes widen and she gasps, hiding the odd pickle toy behind her back.
"Sarah? Em? Which one of you was that? Where are you?" she asks, panting.
"It's Sarah! I'm on your weird sponge! Help!" you scream.
"What? Rachel says, looking around, trying to figure out where your voice is coming from.
"I'm tiny! I fell into your bath and I'm holding onto your sponge!" you call. Rachel's eyes fix on you, and her eyes widen even further.
"Oh my god," Rachel mouths, reaching out to grab you, keeping her other hand behind her back.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, I just woke up like this. You stepped on me and I got stuck to your foot and now I'm in the tub with you," you stammer, flustered.
"Wow, that's so..."
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