The Plan (2022)

"Kshhh...what do you see? Over.” The voice crackled through the walkie-talkie's speaker.

Oscar and Isaac, a pair of cunning thieves who had managed to outwit the city three times already, were stationed for their next caper. Their target was a modest apartment with its occupant, a man in his 40s, bustling within. Oscar, keeping a watchful eye from across the street, was primed to act as soon as the opportunity arose. Isaac, positioned discreetly in a nearby car, awaited Oscar's signal.

Oscar reached for the walkie-talkie. “Crackle...I thought we agreed we weren't using 'over' anymore?” He chuckled into the microphone. “And our mark seems to be wandering around, possibly searching for something. Can you refresh my memory on this guy's profile?”

“Kshhh...adds a dash of thrill, doesn't it? Over.”

"Isaac."

"Alright, alright," Isaac's voice responded with a hint of amusement. "He's a pawnbroker or something, with some interesting connections. I'd bet he keeps his valuables at home too."

A pause.

"Over."

Oscar rolled his eyes playfully. "And the security situation?"

"What's there to say? I can't vouch for what he's got in there. Just hope he hasn't got a fortress."

Oscar let out a sigh and deactivated the walkie-talkie. He observed as the man inside put on his jacket, a sign that his departure was imminent. This was the moment he had been waiting for. With determination burning in his eyes, Oscar unmuted the walkie-talkie. "Hey Isaac, he's left the apartment. I'm making my move."

"Stay cautious. Over."

Oscar tucked the walkie-talkie into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he dashed across the street and discreetly positioned himself by the building's side. After scanning the apartment's windows, he found one that offered a way in.

"Bingo," he whispered, his excitement palpable as he cautiously slipped inside.

Within the apartment's confines, Oscar swiftly surveyed the scene. The interior was messier than he had anticipated, a stark contrast to its outward appearance. Suddenly, a faint beeping reached his ears—a security system! Oscar retrieved the walkie-talkie from his bag.

"Isaac, I'm inside," he reported. "Our man's got security. What's the play?"

"Kshhh...go-....wha-...-ike?" The response crackled and distorted.

Oscar pressed the button again, attempting to decipher Isaac's words. "Isaac? You're breaking up."

"Kshhh...Shi-! ...hurry! Kshhh---Kshhh---back!"

The beeping grew more insistent, quickening its pace. Realizing the urgency, Oscar made a quick decision to abort the mission. Stuffing the walkie-talkie back into his bag, he tossed it out the window. As he lifted his leg to follow, the beeping reached a crescendo. In an instant, the room was enveloped in a blinding white light, and Oscar disappeared, leaving only his discarded clothing behind.

A few moments later, a diminutive figure emerged from the cuffs of the pants—Oscar, now tiny in stature. He surveyed his unfamiliar surroundings, the beeping still resonating in the air around him. Oscar took in his nakedness, attempting to cover himself as a metallic sound reverberated through the room. The front door swung open unexpectedly, revealing a colossal figure.

Oscar's voice trembled as he called out to the giant man. "Help! Down here!"

The giant remained undeterred as he continued to remove his coat, Oscar's voice too tiny to reach the giant. The giant began removing more clothes as he settled in for the night. Removing his shirt, his eyes suddenly fell on Oscar, or at least it seemed like it.

Oscar watched with bated breath as the giant's expression gave a look of confusion. He remained frozen even as the giant walked over to his position and stood over him, towering like a God. Bending down, the giant grabbed Oscar's clothing. It appeared as if he wasn't spotted yet. Oscar looked up as the giant examined the clothing.

"H-Hey!" Oscar cried up as the giant sighed and looked back up and around the room. Did he realize he wasn't alone?

As the giant stood back up to his gargantuan height, Oscar watched as the giant deposited his clothes in his own hamper. Oscar was bewildered. The giant must have thought those were his own clothes!

"Hey! Those are mine!" Oscar cried out, as the giant ignored him and proceeded to remove his socks. Two giant bare feet slapped against the ground as they landed.

The giant then proceeded to place two thumbs on his pants and began to remove both his pants and underwear, and began to pull his pants down, unaware he had an audience behind him, shrunken on the floor.

Oscar quickly covered his eyes, he didn't want to see this. He could feel the two thuds in the ground, assuming those were the giant's feet again as the giant exited his pants.

Oscar wasn't prepared as a large object collided with him, and he was sent tumbling across the floor, skidding to a stop painfully. He looked at what it was that hit him.

The giant's pink and colourful underwear lay in a heap before him, emanating a musky scent. Breathing heavily, he realized the power this simple pair of underwear had on him to skirt him across the floor like that.

The giant's footsteps grew nearer as he settled onto his bed, his gargantuan foot landing beside Oscar, almost squashing him. Oscar remained frozen, observing the giant's every movement, completely invisible to his host. Oscar found himself between two mammoth pairs of feet, trapped in the very home he had intended to rob, with the man that occupied the apartment. This was the worst-case scenario.

Outside, Isaac wondered about his partner's whereabouts, oblivious to the surreal turn of events.