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hair!” Andy wailed. “It’s solid goop! It looks like I’m wearing a
helmet! It’s ruined! Ruined!” She uttered an angry growl.
    Kermit giggled. He bent down and picked up a chunk of the sticky yellow
dough. “Think fast!” he shouted—and heaved it at Evan.
    The dough ball hit the front of Evan’s T-shirt and stuck there. “Stop it,
Kermit!” he shouted angrily.
    “Let’s have a dough fight!” Kermit suggested, grinning. He scooped up another
handful of the stuff.
    “No! No way! Stop it!” Evan cried. He pulled the dough ball off his T-shirt.
“This is dangerous! We’ve got to clean this up!”
    Kermit flung another big chunk of yellow goo at Evan.
    Evan tried to dodge out of the way. But his sneakers slipped on a big, slimy
puddle of goop, and he hit the floor hard. He landed on his side with a loud
“OOF!”
    Kermit let out a gleeful laugh. “That was awesome!” he declared. “What a
shot!”
    Andy hurried over and helped tug Evan to his feet. “Maybe we can vacuum it
all up,” she suggested. She turned to Kermit. “Where does your mom keep the
vacuum cleaner?”
    Kermit shrugged. “Beats me.”
    Evan leaned against the lab table. His hand rested in a puddle of dough, but
he didn’t care.
    He suddenly felt strange.
    His entire body started to tingle. His stomach felt queasy. He shut his eyes,
trying to force the strange feeling away.
    But the tingling grew stronger.
    He heard a shrill whistling sound in his ears. His muscles started to ache.
He could feel the blood throbbing at his temples.
    “Maybe we can mop it up,” Evan heard Andy say. But her voice sounded tiny and
far away.
    He turned to see her pick up a mop and bucket from against the basement wall.
    That bucket is too tiny, Evan thought. Why does Andy want to use such a tiny
mop?
    The room tilted—to the right, then to the left.
    Evan blinked hard, trying to straighten everything out.
    His whole body buzzed, as if an electrical current were shooting through him.
He shut his eyes and pressed both hands against his throbbing temples.
    “Evan—aren’t you going to help me?” Andy’s voice sounded so faint, so far
away. “Evan—?” he heard her call. “Evan—?”
    When he opened his eyes, he saw that Andy and Kermit were staring up at him.
Their expressions had changed. Their eyes bulged in fright and surprise. Their
mouths were wide open.
    “What’s going on?” Evan demanded. His voice boomed through the basement,
echoing off the concrete walls.
    Andy and Kermit stared up at him. The tiny mop fell out of Andy’s hand and
clattered to the floor.
    Such a tiny mop, Evan thought again, staring down at it. Such a tiny bucket.
    And then he realized that Andy and Kermit were tiny, too.
    “Oh!” A cry of surprise escaped Evan’s throat.
    Everyone is so small. Everything is so tiny.
    It took Evan a long time to figure out what had happened.
    But when it finally dawned on him, he let out a shriek of horror.
    “Oh, no! No!” he moaned. “I’m growing ! I’m growing bigger and bigger!”

 
 
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    Evan lowered his eyes to the floor. It seemed so far below.
    “My—my legs—” he stammered.
    Andy and Kermit still hadn’t said a word. They stared up at him, their faces
twisted in surprise.
    Evan swallowed hard. “What’s going on?” he cried. His voice boomed through
the small room. “I must be eight feet tall!”
    “You—you’re a giant !” Kermit declared. He stepped forward and
grabbed on to Evan’s knee. “Me, too! Okay? Okay, Evan? Make me a giant, too!” he
begged.
    “Give me a break,” Evan muttered. He picked up Kermit easily and set him down
on top of the lab table.
    Then Evan turned to Andy. “What am I going to do? This is terrible!”
    “Not so loud!” Andy pleaded, covering her ears with her hands. “Please, Evan—try to whisper or something, okay?”
    “What am I going to do?” Evan repeated, ignoring her plea.
    Andy forced a smile. “Try out for basketball, I