Alan looked up at the towering women as they each took long drinks from their beers, already they were getting tipsy and that meant it would be harder to get rescued. Then he heard Alyssa asking Jamie about a cigarette case. He looked up as Jamie lit her cigarette, shortly after the rest of the women followed suit “shit!” he shouted, it wasn’t long before smoke and ashes began falling all around him, sure for the most part they were exhaling the foul smelling stuff up, but every now and then they’d blow it down into his prison as they tapped the ash off of their cigarettes.

Finally they began putting their cigarettes out, of course they had each managed to bury Alan under large clumps of hot ash at least once. Alan was more furious than at any time he could recall, all around him lay towering, lipstick stained cigarette butts as well as tons of ash. “when I get back to full size….” he vowed

Scott stood under the coffee table the only thing he could really see were the shoes of the titanic women, he carefully made his way to the table leg and began the long hard climb to the top. The odd spiral shape meant he had to circle the leg as he went but as long as he wasn’t noticed he didn’t mind as much. After what felt like hours he made it to the top. As he neared the top he saw Alyssa stubbing a cigarette out in the ashtray which even at this distance was gargantuan, he was glad he hadn’t ended up in there.

Turning he saw his sister draining a bottle of beer, “alright!” she hollered clearly moving from tipsy into drunk territory. He shook his head as she got up “I’m getting another anyone else?”

“just grab the case and bring it out screw it!” laughed Alyssa as she pressed a button on a remote, music instantly started blaring and the women cheered happily

Scott looked up at his sister as she walked into the kitchen, ten he looked up and saw  Miss Jacobs looking at him and wielding a rolled up news paper “Shit!” he shouted as he stumbled back, he fell off the table a split second before the paper landed with a loud POP, followed by a loud thud.

“You get him there Beverly?” Asked Alyssa with a drunken giggle

Miss Jacobs stood back up shakily and laughed “yep!”

Scott landed on a soft, sloped surface and rolled. When he managed to stand he was confused by what he saw, he was in some sort of cave like area, it smelled strange, and the walls and floor were all smooth and glossy. “What the hell?” he said aloud

He leaned forward and could see the couch, and was even more confused, then suddenly he understood. “Oh shit I’m in one of their shoes!” he screamed as he tried in vain to climb out

Frantically he tried to remember what kind of shoes the women had been wearing, but he could only remember Miranda’s black sneakers, he shuddered at the still too vivid memory. Then someone sat on the couch above him “Oh no.” he gasped

Sitting over him barefoot was Jamie….