Panic was beginning to set in for Rory. For the past hour, he has been slowly regressing back into childhood, and cannot figure out how to stop it. Was he slipped an AR Mickey at the café here in Jungenspa, Germany? Rory isn't sure. All his knows is that he started at age 39, but is now somewhere around age 11.
When the process began, Rory didn't mind at first. But as his body began to shrink and his clothes got progressively baggier, he couldn't figure out what to do other than run around the town square in horror. Rory remembered when he stepped out of his too-roomy shoes. But while passing through the town fountain, he made a startling discovery. "My pants! When did they slip off? And my Calvin Klein red bikini underpants!" Rory stuttered as he yanked hard downward on his XL size T-shirt. "What to do?" Rory wondered, realizing that his thinking patterns were becoming muddled and more easily distracted by the sight of toys and puppies. "Where will this end?"
That evening, two men in crisp blue uniforms came upon a crying 3-year-old boy wrapped in a huge yellow T-shirt. "Hungry?" one asked. The boy nodded and was given a sippy cup, which he eagerly slurped down. "Do you have a name," the man asked. "Wowy," said the boy. "Rory Whidbey, the bond swindler," said the other man, checking a list on a clipboard. "Well, once the stop formula takes effect, we can send him off to one of the pre-approved families to re-raise to be a more honest citizen the second time around," said the first man.
"Amazing how even wealthy scoundrels never pass up a free
vacation, even to an obscure town like this," said the second
man. "And they never suspect that it's a trap, just like
Pleasure Island in the movie 'Pinocchio,' to turn these scoundrels
back into young children to rid the world of the likes of
them, and reform them in the process." The first man chuckled.
"Who says you can't learn anything from a Disney