The Incredible Shrinking Tito

Beginning

Tito Lopez winced as he saw the rushing water from the sewer he was in, clinging from a ledge. He shivered as the coldness of the sewer raised gooseflesh on his skin, hence why he was only wearing a Tarzan shoal made from a napkin.

Tito sighed. 'How did it come to this?' he thought. 'how did I, Tito Lopez, part of Dos Bros Tacos, the one who brought a snail into the Indianapolis 500, end up in a very big, no pun intended, problem, and in a life and death situation? I mean, maybe sometimes this happens to most people. If it could happen to my brother Angelo, he'd be in this situation too... I think.'

he hauled himself up onto the ledge and sighed, staring up at the setting evening sun through the sewer drain. "It feels like only a month ago that I entered Turbo in the Indy 500..."

FLASHBACK:

Tito ran up to Turbo on the starting lineup of the race. It felt soooo exciting. It seemed like history was gonna be made that day. He leant down next to the super-powered snail.

"Everything's gonna be fine, okay?" he said. "We can do this, right?"

Turbo gamely, albeit nervously, revved his engine, anything for his new friend. He didn't wanna let him, his bro, and his new friends/teammates down.

Tito's eyes welled up with tears. "Oh, I wish I was tiny, so I can give you a hug!" he said.

"Get off the track!" one of the race officials yelled.

"OK, OK, I'm going!" Tito said as he jogged off the track. "Good luck out there, Turbo!"

END FLASHBACK

'Maybe,' he thought, 'what I said that day must be the cause of my current state! If it's possible. I mean, people don't just shrink, right?'

He sighed and sat down, wincing as he felt himself shrink another inch. 'It's only a matter of time before I shrink so small, I'll end up becoming the world's smallest taco seller!'

He sighed again. "And to think, it all started so well yesterday!"