Soo, what are you gonna do now?
“Continue attempting this spa day with Memephone, I guess. And... I suppose I can stop being tiny now. We can just relax, together, as normal phones. No one’s a rat. No one’s the size of an egg. Everything will be fine.”
“I’m gonna miss you, giant Professor plushie.”
With those last words, the oh so familiar smoke cloud swarmed around Poptart. With a flash and a poof, he was back at his normal size.
Poptart held the plush close before stuffing it beneath his hat.












