Maybe it was the darkness, or the glorching sounds all around you that kept you from screaming. Or that weird sensation of sliding down the slimiest of water slides and landing breathless within a damp humid sauna of pillow bumps. Pitch black, bouncing all around. Swaying madly. Gasping for breath in the dank. It dawns on you where you are. Inside the belly of dog.
The chamber sways as you shout. "Heeeeelp!!!"
The internal noises of dog lungs and belly gurgles answer back.
Along with another voice. "Oye! Be quiet! We're heading back to the lab!"
You slap yourself, thinking you're hallucinating.
"Hold on, I'll put on a light."
A bluish orb glows from what looks like a conical flashlight. Illuminating the ridged gloom of moist, rippled walls inside Max's stomach. The whole affair swaying to and fro in tune to vast dog legs no doubt trotting briskly outside. The light attached to the tip of a sagging glowing pointy hat belonging to a soaked, gnome like being your own size. Dressed in dark clothing, badly slimed and wearing what appears to be a long thin beard.
The gnome, or what looks like one looks in your direction. "Relax! The peanut butter you et will keep you from becoming a snack for Max."
"Eerg! Who are you!?" A jolt pitches you against the side of the belly wall as the gnome grumbles loudly. More to himself than answering you.
"Deliver a message Harlo, she sez. Sneak it in his suitcase. Max will keep an eye out fo ya. Damn mutt slept while you ran up the stairs."
You stammer, "What do you mean?"
Suddenly the belly 'room' pitches upwards in a massive jolt, everything seems to free fall all around as Max has taken a huge leap. You're pitched up against the gnome as the two of you tumble into a heap.
"You had to came home early!" The gnome shouts. "I snarfed down a chunk o peanut butter to shrink and hide from you. Got atop the bed just as you started to pound on the door. Course I had to pull Max's ear and open my big trap 'Hide me Max. Hide me!' "
Suddenly the 'room' brakes, causing you and the gnome to slide into one slimy side. The belly tilts as all seems to have gone still. Except for the frantic bellows noise of vast canine lungs panting.
The gnome with the glowing hat tip pushes you off of him. "And Max takes me literally. He shore taint the brightest Fammy that Eleanor has got. But he had enough smarts to take that pack of yours."
All of this. Being shrunk, riding inside the stomach of a dog, and having a grumpy gnome grousing at you is just too surreal.
"Can you tell me what's going on?" You call out amidst the swaying.
The gnome gruffs, "It's all about the peanut butter and cake you stole last Summer!"
The room sways again in a slow back and forth motion. Then becomes still. The gnome grumps, "Feels like Max is where he wants to be. This is where we get off."
Hat tip still glowing like a flashlight, his soaked gnarled face glares at you. No doubt you're looking just as slimed and messy looking. He reaches out a gnarled clawed hand, gripping yours. You pull your hand back.
"Hang on." The gnome gruffs, "Are ya gonna stay here?" You sputter as the gnome laughs. "And wait for Max to let you out the slow way? Through the back door? I think not. Now take me hand."
You let the Gnome's hand grip yours. The bluish light from his cap seems to erupt around you in a blinding flash.
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