Danny: What do you mean Chuck and Dave are in prison?
Brad: Just what I said.
The mites have locked them up.
Danny: Well, if we can't get them out, maybe we should leave.
Brad: Do you want to stay small forever?
Danny: No.
Brad: We need Chuck and Dave.
Brad: They are our only clue how to get us all back to normal.
Danny: Well, I'm not going to stay small forever!
Danny: Hold the straw steady—I'm coming up!
Danny: Wow! You were right.
There are a lot of mites!
Brad: I know.
Danny: So where are Chuck and Dave?
Danny: What are we going to do?
Brad: I don't know.
We have got to get them out somehow.
Danny: Okay. Mites. What are mites?
Brad: Well, mites are small gross things.
Danny: Besides that.
Brad: They're invertebrates.
Danny: Cool. What does that mean?
Brad: They don't have spines.
All insects are invertebrates.
Danny: How does that help us?
Brad: I don't know. You asked me what I know.
Danny: Well, we know if we throw another rock, it will distract them.
Brad: I'm fresh out of rocks.
Danny: Hey, you've got your computer, don't you?
Brad: I hadn't thought about it!
It still works!
Danny: Cool. You can throw it and distract them with that.
Brad: I'm not going to break my computer!
Brad: There's got to be something I can do with my computer . . .
Brad: I've got it!
Danny: What?
Brad: I can play a song!
The mites will be curious.
Brad: When they come to check it out, while they're here, [n3@we can go get the bullies.
Danny: How will we get down from here?
Brad: We'll have to jump.
Danny: It's a long way down.
We could hurt ourselves.
Brad: Don't worry. I think we'll be all right.
Danny: I sure hope you're right about this.
Brad: Follow me. Run!
Danny: Okay, now what?
Brad: We're almost there.
Grab this feather.
We'll use it like a parachute.
Brad: We're so tiny that we'll float softly to the ground.
Danny: Okay, here we go.
Brad: One, two, three!
Danny: Now!