"I will do my best to hold my tongue, then, for now," Kate said. She was done with letting Jack get away with acting like a child. "But I do hope he makes this stick longer than usual."
Michael's ears perked up to something that the others did not appear to hear. "Uh oh," he scowled.
"What?" Brian asked.
"She wasn't just reading those bloody books," Michael sighed. "We're about to be invaded. Heads up." At that moment, Brian heard what sounded like thousands of tiny little feet all running towards them like a great stampede. And he heard giggling. Thousands of teeny tiny voices giggling hysterically.
"What the devil...." Brian scowled. Michael headed out to the foyer.
"Alright, you lot," Michael bellowed at something or another. "If you're going to run about the house, que up in a straight line....I said a straight line, or I'll turn the lot of you into socks and feed you to the dogs!" Kate looked up to see an endless line of furniture, books vases, and other household items, all miniaturized, and all fully animated and running through the house, giggling incessantly.
"Well, whatever that spell was supposed to be, its gone a bit sideways, hasn't it?" Kate frowned.