The mob was nearly upon him. But then, as he hopped in desperation, Richie realized he still had his lunch with him. Maybe Mr. Ecnalab had put a clue inside. He quickly opened the package and offered the contents to the approaching mob.  

It was no use; they were still heading right for him.  

Richie was sick of being a french fry.

He wanted to be a real boy again in the worst way.