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“‘Whatever you do, don't press that button.’ It was such a simple instruction Danny boy. And you just HAD to press it anyways.” Jack was furious but resigned, as only he could be.
“Er…yeah, sorry about that.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck, which strangely felt kind of fuzzy. “The hieroglyphs said…”
“Do I LOOK like I care what the hieroglyphs said?!” Jack retorted.
Sam broke in. “No sir. You look like you’re waiting for Burl Ives to start singing.”
Jack spun on her. “That’s it? No brilliant ideas to fix this? Just ‘Haha! Look at the tiny Christmas ornaments!’”
Sam was clearly trying not to laugh. “Well you have to admit sir, you would make adorable ornaments. I already have the full Rudolph set at home.”
While Jack turned as red as the aforementioned reindeer’s nose, Daniel broke in with. “How was I supposed to know that button would turn us into stop-motion characters?”
“I don’t know Danny, but you could’ve started the process by NOT PUSHING THAT BUTTON!”