Chapter 3
Really Little Rascals

Meanwhile, in a lonely field in Ireland or maybe France, a dozen or more naked boys hid and waited.

"Oh, are we gonna give those guys a surprise!" chuckled one unclad lad. "Let's see them take our buttons now!"

"Yeah! I can't wait to see their faces when they see us like this!"

In the distance, there was a shout: "Here they come!"

And on cue, the entire boy army, all of them naked as the day they were born, leapt out of hiding to confront their opponents.

The boys from the neighboring town, full-sized and fully clothed, stared incredulously down at their pint-sized, stark naked enemies.

"Oh no...."

Grins began to spread across the full-sized boys' faces as they looked down at their little pink enemies. The tiny naked boys stared up, jaws dropped.

A few moments later, the battle had been decidedly and ignominiously lost as the wee warriors found themselves receiving humiliating bare bottom spankings at the hands of their giggling arch-rivals.

"Any... OW! ....more brilliant ideas.... OW! ...General? OW!"

"Ah, shut up! OW! OW! OW!"

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Elsewhere, hard-boiled but now cherubic Harry glared angrily up at the full-sized Jean and Mary Ann.

"Aw, c'mon, you girls! I already told you I ain't wiggling my ears for you no more! A guy can't be wiggling all the time!"

Then he turned and walked away. The two girls watched, giggling.

"That's what HE thinks!"

Reddening, Harry tried to cover his rump with his hands. "Aw, shut up!"

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