His attention turned to Whitey, who was sitting innocently in the bag, hoping to be left alone. The man snatched Whitey up and threw him on a table. He strapped Whitey down while preparing his Mallow Sugartizer. The other marshmallows screamed a horrible, sugary scream, forcing the man to shut the cupboard. Crusher licked his lips, waiting for the poor little mallow to grow and become much more than a bite-sized treat. A tear escaped Whitey�s eye, and he begged the man not to make him large. The man would have none of it; he flipped the switch on the Sugartizer, sending a beam of delicious treats streaming into Whitey�s body. Crusher became so excited that he jumped onto the table, accidentally turning the knob on the machine to full blast.
Whitey cried out, "How could you do this to me, good sir?!?!" The machine was making Whitey much larger than the man expected, and he screamed in terror.
"No," the man exclaimed, "this isn�t happening� he�s bigger than me!" It was true; Whitey was now over 9 feet tall and all sugary muscle mass. He busted from his straps and lunged at the man, looking like a monster. He devoured the man in one large, sugary bite. The man never even had the chance to scream. The dog�s tail hung between his legs as he tried to back away into a corner, but there was no escape from the horrible beast of fluffy terror. The dog was quickly eaten and digested by the violent blob.
With his enemies gone, his attention turned to the bag of tiny mallows. They cheered and applauded as he slowly opened the cupboard. Just as they were about to ask for help, he snatched up the bag and swallowed it whole. He turned and walked out the front door, smiling with evil intent�