Unfortunately, Alan's tiny screams never reached Rick's ears, and his enormous foot quickly slipped into the shoe with Alan, effectively muffling what little noise he was making anyway.
Only in his mid-thirties, Rick was a tall, good-looking man, with dark brown hair shaved close to his head. He worked out and ran everyday, so his body was very well-developed. He looked to be more in his twenties than in his thirties.
As Rick tied the laces on the sneaker, he wiggled his toes around comfortably, unknowingly maneuvering his tiny, shrunken son directly beneath is over-sized toes. A few moments later, he was out the front door and jogging down the street.
Alan couldn't believe what was happening. As if being shrunken and stuck in his own running shoe, with his father's giant, smelly foot wasn't enough, his body seemed to have turned to mush underneath, conforming to the space beneath Rick's toes, and flattening out. He could almost feel the stinky sweat mingling with his mangled body, and he wanted to scream.
A few moments later, he decided he would scream. Why not? It couldn't do any harm, and it might even alert his father to his plight so he could help him out instead of continuing to trample him beneath his massive toes. But as he opened his mouth so scream, he of course, found that he lacked the sufficent breath to do so, with his entire body flattened, and instead only managed to swallow a mouthful of Rick's odorous foot sweat.
The ordeal seemed to last forever. Just an endless repitition of Rick's foot and Alan flying up and then down again, with a massive thud every time, flattening Alan deeper and deeper into the grooves of Rick's toes, each time. Then, finally, Rick began to slow down. Then, he stopped altogether, and Alan could tell they had finally returned home.
Alan listened intently to the front door being opened and a few moments later, Rick was back in Alan's room again, kicking the shoes off his feet... Alan's ordeal was finally over... Or was it?