When Fred heard that the beer truck drivers were going out on strike, he put a supply of beer in his home to last several months so he wouldn't have to cut down his consumption. What he didn't count on was two weeks into the strike, when the local beer supply had completely dried up, that his wife would give away his cache. "You drink too much as it is," she scolded.
Fred's worst fears were realized when he drove around town in search of a replacement stock; but found none of the stores, or even the taverns, had as much as one drop. Then Fred glanced through a window and saw something that made his heart race. "That looks like a whole bathtub full of beer!" Fred thought. Figuring someone was brewing his own during the strike, Fred climbed into the window to check it out. "I wonder if it tastes okay," Fred thought. But as he leaned over the side to take a taste, he fell into the tub.
Fred splashed around before swallowing a mouthful. "This tastes like Corona. I must be in heaven," he thought. Then he looked up and saw the huge face of a man wearing a striped shirt.
"What are you doing in there, little fellow?" the man asked. Fred looked around and saw his clothes were missing, and that he now had a chubby, wrinkled body. "I better get you out of there before you get any smaller," the man added as he lifted Fred out of the tub. The upward movement seemed so great to Fred that his stomach tingled as if he was on an express elevator.
Placed on a countertop, Fred was toweled dry by the huge man. "Looks like you fell into my experimental youth formula. I don't know how old you were when you fell in, but I now know that it works," the huge man chuckled, adding, "You don't look a day over 12-months-old now."
The man asked the baby's name. "Fweddy," Fred replied to his astonishment. "Well, Freddy, can I get you anything to eat or drink?" the man asked. "Beew!" Fred said, his eyes lighting up. "I'm afraid you're at least 20 years away from your next beer, but I can get you something just as good. My receptionist has a few basic baby items in her desk for when she brings her young son to work," the man chuckled.
The man pulled out a can of Enfamil formula, poured it into a bottle, and put it in a bottle warmer. In the interim, he put Fred in a diaper. After verifying that the bottle wasn't too warm, the man moved the nipple into little Freddy's mouth!
"No beer for 20 years? I'm in hell," Fred thought
and he began to kick and twist to get away from the man trying
to bottle nurse him. The man tightened his grip on Fred, telling
him, "Calm down, little fellow. This stuff's good for babies.
And I'm not letting go until you make all gone. Skoal!"