Custom Clip // Is Not Personalized
Attire: Gold-Toed socks/pink slipper slides/sweatpants/tank top or sweatshirt
Plot: Teeny Hubby's Humongous Wife
The clip begins with you coming home from a long day at gym class - between the hot, muggy weather and your annoying students, you had a long day of teaching today. You are ready to hit the gym with your hubby to let off some steam...but it doesn't seem like he's home yet. You are unaware that he and his car are shrunk right by your feet. He scales your enormous sneaker and manages to make it to the top of the tube of your sock ...
Custom Clip // Is Not Personalized
Attire: Gold-Toed socks/pink slipper slides/sweatpants/tank top or sweatshirt
Plot: Teeny Hubby's Humongous Wife
The clip begins with you coming home from a long day at gym class - between the hot, muggy weather and your annoying students, you had a long day of teaching today. You are ready to hit the gym with your hubby to let off some steam...but it doesn't seem like he's home yet. You are unaware that he and his car are shrunk right by your feet. He scales your enormous sneaker and manages to make it to the top of the tube of your sock before you give up and leave without him.
A couple hours later - You return from your workout, even more exhausted (and unaware that your hubby fell between the tongue of your shoe and the folds of your sock during your intense workout). You slide on your pink flops, unknowingly trapping him between the folds of your sock and your slippers.
Noticing the pungent stench of your feet, you holler for your husband to come and give you a massage. The ground quakes as you unknowingly plop down on top of his car and suddenly feel it crush beneath you. You get up and inspect it before realizing that someone tiny has snuck into your home. You crush the tiny car with a hard, ground quaking stomp, knocking your hubby free.
As you stomp around your apartment searching for the tiny intruder while causing the ground to tremble with each step, you don't notice or feel your husband scaling up your slipper and socked arches trying desperately to avoid getting crushed or spotted. When he reaches your toes, he accidentally falls and gets stuck underneath them.
You continue to stomp around and search for him (all the while, unknowingly crushing him beneath your earth-shattering stomps) before you give up and take a break. You sit back down on the chair and call your girlfriend to complain about your long day at work; all the while, the camera focuses on you idlely scrunching your toes on top of him. When you take your slippers off midway through the convo, you vent to her about the tiny intruder and how you crushed his itty bitty car earlier so now he's trapped here. You also complain in a sarcastic tone about how helpful your husband in catching this thief. The two of you then joke about how you should punish the tiny thief with your sweaty smelly old gold-toed socks when you find him (all while you hover your soles over the tiny man further displaying your dominance).
When she suggests that you stop by her place for drinks, you agree and unknowingly crush him beneath the sole of your foot, the ground quaking as your giant socked foot settled upon his tiny body. You feel the tiny man struggle beneath your feet, and assuming that its the intruder, you slip on your slippers and proceed to stomp his tiny body. As you stomp on him, you begin to notice that the tiny car you crushed earlier looked just like your husband's. You pick up the tiny man and realize that it's your husband. You coo at how adorable he is as he yells at you for crushing him and his car. You shrug it off reminding him that he's still alive after all.
When he calms down, he tells you about the shrinking app that made him and his car this small, and asks that you download it. You agree to....but only if he rubs your tired feet. You rub and sandwich his tiny body against your soles and toes, laughing at his cute little struggles and insults.
Finally, you place him back down by your feet for a moment as you put your slippers back on. Once you put them on, you stand towering over your tiny hubby, mocking at how he's shorter than the soles of your slippers. Hearing him ask you to hold up your end of the deal, you deny his request, cooing at him that he's just too adorable to change back. You decide, in fact, that it'd be even cuter to tuck your "itty bitty honey-bun" into your slipper like its his new little bed. You laugh as you tuck him in and stomp around at how pissed he gets, feeling his tiny struggles tickle your foot. You stomp off to meet your friend, excited to show her your new toy.
