Michael lifted his head up and stared at a boy who looked a few years older than him. There was something familiar about the way his ears stuck out, but Michael couldn't quite place him. He looked nice enough, though Michael knew looks could be deceiving. Like in Mrs. Doubtfire.
Just then, Michael opened his mouth to greet the boy, but instead the following came out of his mouth in song: "Nobody knows the trouble I've seeeeeeeeeeen/ Nobody knows but Jesuuuuuusssssssssss..."
"It's not so much melting as it's an island thing," he explained. He had forgotten Michael probably hadn't seen much island weirdness yet. "I'm smaller too. A lot of people are."
Michael lifted his head up and stared at a boy who looked a few years older than him. There was something familiar about the way his ears stuck out, but Michael couldn't quite place him. He looked nice enough, though Michael knew looks could be deceiving. Like in Mrs. Doubtfire.
Just then, Michael opened his mouth to greet the boy, but instead the following came out of his mouth in song: "Nobody knows the trouble I've seeeeeeeeeeen/ Nobody knows but Jesuuuuuusssssssssss..."
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"Having a bad day?" he guessed, trying not to smile. It'd be mean to smile, even though him belting out songs was kind of amusing.
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Michael abruptly stopped singing. Lower lip sticking out considerably far, he nodded once.
"The worst," he lamented, and then leaned back against the pole once more. Today SUCKED.
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"What happened?" he asked, pulling his hand out of his pocket to scratch the back of his neck. "If you don't mind me asking."
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"Wh-wh-what do you mean, what happened?" Michael asked, incredulous. Gesturing wildly to his small frame, he added, "I MELTED!"
Then he thought about something else.
"Or maybe I found a Zoltar machine when I was sleepwalking. I tend to do that, you know."
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