Ivan

Flora, a girl from our school, has called us (Greg, Marian, Elliet, Jonathan and I; the super mini patrol) to stop the city subway, which has gone out of control Right now Jonathan has taken us with his elastic arms to the weather and we are on top of it. We are in a very dangerous situation, we have to do something now. I look at you sweetly and shout to you, so that I can be heard: — Marian, we need you to cry and freeze the brakes!

— Ivan, you have to shrink the truck! Elliet shouts urgently from the other side of the sidewalk — Mini, mini, mini! I say pointing at the truck, which shrinks and I manage to keep it from crashing into the pedestrians …

Marian yells at me to say something horrible to make her cry. I gulp and sigh, it makes me feel bad to make her cry — Marian, that dress makes you look fat. Plus, you have a horrible hairdo and you are very ugly! She cries loudly at my words, managing to create the snowstorm we needed Once the mission is over, we are in the hideout. I approach Marian. — Hey Marian, I didn't mean anything I said. You're very pretty, I... I didn't want to make you feel bad.