Chapter 2

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George: Whoa

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George: Whoa. Look at all this cool junk! (He grabs the Small-Sizer.) We can totally smoke Melvin with any one of these gadgets!

*One press of a button on the ray, and he instantly shrinks to the size of a doll

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*One press of a button on the ray, and he instantly shrinks to the size of a doll. He looks around him in confusion before pressing a button again. He grows back to normal size, and as he continues, he tosses the Small-Sizer over his shoulder.*

George: Nah, too tiny.

*Harold goes back to the shelf and grabs a remote; he presses the button in the center, and the Truth Ray zaps him

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*Harold goes back to the shelf and grabs a remote; he presses the button in the center, and the Truth Ray zaps him.*

Harold (being zapped): Me and George spend the whole hour each morning throwing rocks at the neighbor's car.

*The Truth Ray goes back up to the roof cell*

Harold: Too truthy.

*He tosses the remote over his shoulder; cut to a close-up of the Go-Slow Ray as Erica grabs it. She aims it somewhere and fires; pan over to the treadmill as it is zapped and became slow*

 She aims it somewhere and fires; pan over to the treadmill as it is zapped and became slow*

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