Sam backed up tripping over his own feet.  The others froze.  There was a moment of silence.
     "What?" Henry finally asked as a stuttering Sam got to his feet, still backing away from the jars on the shelf
     Slowly, George took a few steps closer to the wall.  At first he could not see what made Sam scream like a girl.  Then, as he got closer, his eyes widened and he said, "Holy crap!"
     "What?!" came from the others.
     "It's Jr."  He looked back at them, and then again at the shelf. "It's JR!"  He pointed to the jars. " He's in the jar.  No, wait, he's in all the jars." George moved down the row of jars. "He's in all of them.  Look!"
    Slowly, one by one, the others moved closer to George and looked at what looked like Jr in the jars.  In all of them, he was looking out at them and mouthing something.  It was as if a thousand of them were all one and the same.  And he was mouthing something and making motions with his hands.
     George looked closer.  He actually tapped on one.  The tiny Jr backed up and mouthed something.
     "It must be an illusion." he said as he picked up a jar.  The tiny Jr. fell backwards onto his bottom.  All the tiny Jr's fell.  Henry laughed, and Sally giggled.
     "Hey Jr, come on out of there" Fred was closer to the large glowing globe.  He could see a fallen Jr sitting inside the object.  George turned around with a jar in his hand and walked over to where Fred was now standing.  They were all looking from one thing to another, and back and forth at each other.  No one knew what was going on, or what to do.
     "What the heck does this have to do with pickles I'd like to know." Fred asked.  "hey Jr can you hear us?"
    A nod and wild hand gestures, pointing at George and the jar in his hand.  George looked from the big Jr in the globe to the tiny Jr in the jar making the same motions. He looked puzzled.
    Sally finally said, "I think he wants you open the jar." her eyes were wide.
   George looked again at the jar.  He righted it so the tiny Jr could stand up.  Then he carefully took hold of the metal ringed top and began to turn, slowly.
     When the jar was open a green vapor came from inside the jar.  No Jr. He quickly looked at the globe.  The big Jr was still there, but now had a look of horror on his face.  He mouthed the word 'no' and shook his head.
     George tipped the jar over to see if anything would come out.  Nothing.  He took the lid and screwed it back on.  Now there was an empty jar.  He put it back on the shelf.  It remained empty.  Just an empty canning jar.
     "What do you think it means?" Sam asked.
     "I don't know." George answered.  "But that Jr," pointing to the Jr in the globe, " doesn't seem to have liked it.  He's freaking out in there." And Jr was wildly gesturing with his arms now.
     Fred took another jar off the shelf and quickly opened it.  Again a puff of greenish smoke and an empty jar.  He replaced the lid and took another one and quickly did the same thing.
     "Stop." George hollered and took hold of Fred's arm.  Look at Jr!" He turned Fred around to look at the Jr in the globe.
     Jr was now shaking his head.  But something was strange about him.  He seemed to be fading. 
     "Look, you can almost see through him."  Sally said and moved closer to the globe. It was true.  He was starting to fade, and the strange green light was glowing bright and then dim, bright and then dim.
    "Don't touch any more of those jars." George instructed. " I think that's what's making him fade."  Then he said, "This is too weird.  Hey, Jr, can you hear us?"  Jr nodded again.
     "What should we do?" George asked him.  Jr shrugged his shoulders.  After thinking a moment, he asked, " Do you think we should go get your dad?"
      Jr stood motionless for a moment and shrugged his shoulders again.  The others all looked at one another.
      "Lets take a vote."  George said. "Who thinks we should go get his dad?"  and he raised his hand.  Fred raised his.  Sally and Sam did not.  Henry looked at them and then raised his.  Jr was in the globe waving his hand in the air as if he were also voting.
     " Well, that answers that."
     "Wait," Sally said.  "We are going to get in a whole lot of trouble for being down here in the first place.  Bad enough we are in the factory at all.  But this is huge."
     "You got a better idea?" George looked directly at her.  She looked back at him, defiant, and then slowly her expression turned to resignation and she said, "no."
     They all turned at once to leave the room and head for the stairs. 
     "Wait!" George said again.  " I think one of us should stay here.  Just in case."
     "Just in case what?" Fred asked.
     " I don't know. Just, just in case." He said. "Fred, you stay here. We'll be right back."
     "Hey, that's not fair!.  Henry, you stay!"
     Henry shook his head and said, " No, I'm the oldest, I should go."  What being the oldest had anything to do with anything, no one really knew, but he was always saying that, and they were always agreeing.  Fred looked from one to the other. He wanted to say something, but finally went back over to an overturned crate and sat down with a huff.  The others rushed from the room.