After getting off the phone with his nephew, Bryan made one more call.
He waited patiently until, on the fourth ring, his neighbor answered.
"Tommy, it's Mr. Smith," he said.
"Hey, Mr. Smith," the teenager said. "How's it hanging?"
Uh, just fine," he replied. "Listen, I've decided to go ahead and get that package ready that we discussed. Could you stop by in about an hour?"
"Sure thing!" Tommy answered enthusiastically. "I'll see you soon."
"No, I won't be here," Bryan explained, not adding that, technically, he would be present, but only as a tiny man concealed in the very package he had arranged for Tommy to mail for him. "The package will be on my kitchen table. Take it to the post office and mail it Overnight Express."
"You can count on me," the youth said.
"I am counting on you," Bryan said. "In a really big way."
The confidence expressed in him by his adult neighbor boosted Tommy's mood. "I really appreciate you believing in me," he told his neighbor. "Everyone else thinks I am just a jerk-off that can't..."
Normally, Bryan would have listened patiently and offered some verbal encouragement, but he still had a lot to do since he had advanced the timeline for his scheme.
"Never mind, Tommy," he said. "Just be here in an hour, and take the package straight to the post office."
"I'll do it," the teenager said.
"Oh, one last thing," Bryan blurted out. "Umm, just be really careful with the package, OK?"
"Is it breakable?"
Although he didn't want to think of himself as "breakable," he knew it might be best to emphasize the fragile nature of the package. "Yeah," he said. "It's going to my nephew, and I don't want anything to happen to it."
"You can count on me."
"Thanks, Tommy," he said. "Bye."
After ending the call, he hurried with his final preparations.
He took a seat at the table and carefully wrote out a mailing label by hand and stuck the adhesive fixture onto the box.
As promised, Bryan placed a hundred dollar bill on the table, securing it under the salt shaker from his table.
He then packed the box with the essentials, including the vital container holding the antidote to his shrinking formula. Thinking ahead, he sliced a small tear in the cardboard wall of the box, which would permit his entry after he had reduced himself to the size of a bug.
Now, all that was left to do, was to shrink himself...
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