Xaviers!

The shoe twisted and shook, convulsing a bit as it turned back into a frazzled, well, little dude, smoking slightly from the electric shock.

The other shoe was out the door and hopping down the road.

"Did you get the fecker?" Will--er, the other Will -- asked, picking himself up from behind the shoeboxes.

Picking the little Will up, Bruce said, "Well, half of him. The other shoe got away."

Will cursed. "Well, we'll have to leave that one for later.

Breaking and entering? Really?" Will said frowning down at his other self, who was kicking the air and trying to break free from Bruce's grip. "Little fucker."

The tiny Will responded by blowing a raspberry.

"Is impersonating a mannequin technically a crime? Maybe?" Will shrugged. "Well figure out something for him.

Thanks for the help, Tosh; sorry it ended up being...this."

Shifting back to his human self, Tosh said, "Don't mention it. I hate leaving puzzles unsolved."

"Well, I'm sure the puzzle of the other missing one will solve itself soon enough.

I promise, next time I call you out, it will be for something important," he sighed, grabbing and squeezing the other Will.

"While I do need to get out more, next time we hang out should be a social call."

Will shook his head slightly. "Duty calls, Tosh. You understand."

"Well then Full Time Hero Will, I'll just dial up the Will With a Social Life next time," he chuckled.

"Hmmm," Will said, unimpressed. "Apparently, their idea of a social life is sneaking around in other people's businesses; though I suppose there is something for everyone," he shrugged, heading for the exit.

"Oh God, not the little shoe goblin," he laughed as they left.