Dolls Page #3

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cookies for them under my bed.

And what happened?

I raised several

healthy families of ants.

But then Dad clued me in.

He said, "Toys eat imaginary cookies. "

- Your father sounds like a good man.

- Yeah, he was.

He died when I was nine, though.

But you know, Gabriel...

I can remember every

single toy I had when I was little.

And they remember you, Ralph.

Toys are very

loyal. And that is a fact.

Tell me where the elves live.

My darling, elves

live wherever they want to.

Here you are.

There's a bathroom next door if you

want to take that paint off your faces.

The rain has streaked it.

- It ain't paint. Lt's makeup.

- And it's not streaked.

It's supposed to look like this.

It is? Well, don't mind me.

I'm afraid I'm not aware

of what's current and what isn't.

We don't have very much contact

with the modern world here.

- All this stuff's pretty old, ain't it?

- Yes, indeed.

- Is it valuable?

- To us, certainly.

I mean, would

it be valuable to anybody?

Well, I'm certain that

people with an appreciation...

for objects that

were made with loving care...

- Yeah, but are they anticues?

- "Anticues"?

You know, valuable, old sh*t.

- Stuff.

- Antiques.

Well, I suppose you could call

some of these things antique. They are old.

I suppose you

could call me an antique, too.

I'm just as

old as half of this stuff.

Yeah, you sure are.

Well, good night.

Do you mind if we

have the radio on for a while?

No, not at all. Lt won't disturb us.

Gabriel and I sleep

at the other end of the house.

Pleasant dreams.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Did you hear what she said?

- Yeah. We can play the radio for a while.

- No! About the antikis.

- Well, what about them?

This place is loaded with them.

I bet they have old jewelry and stuff

stashed somewhere.

We could swipe it tonight,

leave in the morning...

and those two wouldn't notice

it for days. Or maybe even years.

- No, they'd call the police.

- Do you see any phones around?

Look,

we could make a fortune here.

A lot more than we could nick

in old Ralphie boy's wallet.

I don't know.

I mean, they're so old.

They could be our grandparents.

Well, they ain't.

And besides,

they'll probably be dead soon, right?

No, I...

Look, we'll keep this on for a while,

and no one will hear me when I sneak out.

And you just keep this blasting,

and I'll do the swiping.

It won't take me long. No prob.

Okay, no prob.

This is your room, sweetheart. We'll

call you in the morning for breakfast.

Thanks, Mr. Gabriel.

- Your room is further down the hall.

- Good night, Judy.

Good night,

Ralph. Good night, Mr. Gabriel.

Good night.

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