Billy, Jimmy, and Timmy held onto each other for dear life as they were suddenly carried away by a gust of wind. They cried and cried for help, but no one could hear their tiny screams among the hustle and bustle of the big city below them.
Eventually the bid farewell to the tall skyscrapers and LED signs and said hello to the horrendous smell quickly invaded their nostrils. The city was gone, and in its place was mountains of trash as far as the eye could see... the city dump.
The three boys continued to cry out for help before their momentum was suddenly halted by a wall of garbage. They crashed headfirst into an awaiting tin can that was jutting out the trash pile and that was all the can needed to fall over the edge.
What followed was the worst rollercoaster ride ever for the trio as they were stuck to the can walls as it rolled its way down the mountain of trash, all culminating in it coming to a complete stop thanks to a discarded neon Coca Cola sign.
Billy, Jimmy, and Timmy were lucky to be alive but sure didn't feel that way. They were lost, scared, dizzy, and above all else, feeling sick. The three boys looked almost green when they crawled out of the can and vomited onto the floor.
"What happened?" Billy asked his two friends.
"I don't know." Jimmy answered.
"Where are we?" Was Timmy's question.
The trio all looked around and covered their noses as they did. The smell was horrendous! It was so foul that it made their lungs burn and their eyes water. Not only that, the three of them were so small that everything else looked even bigger.
"I think we're at the dump." Jimmy realized.
"No wonder it smells so bad." Billy complained.
"We need to get out of here." Timmy stated the obvious. Emily had done something to shrink them all and threw them out the window like Woody did to Buzz in Toy Story. He then turned his attention back to Jimmy. "Doesn't your uncle work here?"
"Yeah." He confirmed. "Maybe we can all find him if we look hard enough."
"But everything is so big because we're small. What if he thinks we're bugs or something." Billy spoke warily. The last thing he wanted was to get stepped on like an ant or a roach.
His words seemed to make every else wary as well as they hadn't thought about that. They were really small now because of Emily and if someone thought they were bugs then they'd get squished. The thought alone was enough to make them all shutter.
"We're just going to have to risk it." Jimmy gulped.
"I don't like it, but Jimmy's right." Timmy agreed.
"This stinks." Billy groaned. No pun intended.
This caused his two friends to giggle despite their worries. Leave it to Billy to somehow lighten the mood. They had a lot of ground to cover so they might as well get started. As the trio began walking to who know where, Billy had a question for Jimmy.
"What's your uncle's name in case we find him?" He asked.
"His names Chis but mommy calls him Chipp." Jimmy shrugged.
"Chip? Like Doritos?" Timmy questioned, now feeling a little hungry.
Jimmy tapped his chin. "Yeah, like Doritos. But Pringles are better."
"No way!" Billy cut in. "Fritos are the best."
"Fritos?!" Jimmy and Timmy parroted.
There was just no way that Fritos were better than Pringles or Doritos.
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