Deciding to hit his mother, knowing that she would definitely forgive him if he managed to hit her. Aiming right at Andria, currently bent over and doing something, Frankie took a deep breath and shot. "OW!", Frankie yelled, feeling a prick on his rear. Standing up straight, Frankie realized he was inside his mother, the blowpipe having some crazy power. Looking down, he saw the blowpipe in his hand, it following whoever shot out of it apparently. Wondering what happened to his body, Frankie ran to his room only to find it empty.
Panicking, thinking he was stuck as his mom forever, Frankie pulled the pipe up to his mom's lips and blew as hard as he could in frustration. In an instant, he was standing in his room, Andria standing behind him and gripped her head, wobbling as she stood. Waving his hand in front of her, she quickly snapped out of it, and with a confused look on her face, walked away and down the stairs. Realizing the potential that this pipe had, Frankie heard footsteps, and past his open door walked...
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