Malcolm was in his room working on a science project for school. He was working with several chemicals. Reese and Dewey came in the room.
"What are you doing?" Reese asked.
"I'm working on a science project for school." Malcolm answered.
"What's this?" Reese asked as he grabbed a vial.
"Don't touch anything, you'll screw something up." Malcolm responded trying to grab it out of Reese's hands.
"I will not." Reese said. They argued while Malcolm tried to get back the vial. The vial fell on the floor and smashed.
"Look what you did. I told you not to mess with it!" Malcolm yelled. A greenish gas appeared. They started coughing. They blacked out. When they woke up, they were an inch tall. "Look at what you did!" he shouted.
"Me? It's not my fault." Reese argued. They started fighting.
"Guys stop it, we need to figure out how to grow back." Dewey said trying to break up the fight. They stopped arguing.
"He's right." Malcolm said. He looked trying to think of an idea. "I guess we could try something if we can get up there to make another potion. But how would we get up there?"
"We could get mom's help." Reese suggested.
"No way. You know what mom could to do us while we're this tiny?" Dewey said.
"Well it's our only choice. We can either wait for her to come into our room, or go find her ourselves."
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