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And the stupidest one.
- House.
- No.
- Loud.
- Nope.
No. I give up.
- It's mouse.
- Mouse?
- That's wasn't a mouse.
- That was so a mouse.
Before there were lots of kids
at birthdays, right?
Absolutely, and you can invite
anybody you want.
They all brought you presents?
But is it true...
or just a story?
Why would I make something like that up?
I don't know, it's just,
I've never seen any other kids before.
Don't even remember ever seeing Mom.
Honey, I'm telling you the truth.
And your mom, you knew her.
You were just little.
That's why you can't remember.
Now that I'm grown up...
you can tell me the truth.
They did.
But there are no more left.
They all died from the cold.
I'm cold, though, and I'm not dead.
Well, that's because you're
- And grown-up.
- And... No, not grown-up.
- Oh, I'm very grown-up.
- Very grown-up. Grown-ups dance.
Come on, honey. Come on, Lu.
Spin.
That's all for today.
This is 109.9.
Somebody f***ing answer me.
Hello?
Hello, this is...
This is Patrick Thornton in Harmony.
I'm 109.9. Do you read me?
Hello?
Hello? Do you hear me?
Hello?
Do you read me? Hello?
Lu?
What are you doing under there?
Would you come out here, please?
Lu, come out here.
Lu.
All right. Move over. I'm coming in.
Come on. Scooch over.
Now will you tell me
I saw a monster last night.
Out the window.
What did it look like?
Like Ramble...
but really white instead of Grey.
And no hair.
Claws too.
Oh, and fangs.
I think.
Honey, that was a bad dream.
You were having a nightmare.
No. First, I had the nightmare,
then I woke up and saw the monster.
You said so yourself that before,
there were monsters that killed mom.
And all those monsters have died
from the cold.
And they didn't look like Ramble.
If they all died...
then why do you keep
so many locks on the door?
You never let me go out.
Not even to get food with you
from the other houses.
Do you wanna go with me
to get some food?
Okay.
Okay.
Let's go down to the kitchen
and get some food. Come on.
Wait, what?
Okay, bunny.
I need you to not let anybody but doggy
in this hole. Okay?
Thank you.
Come on.
So...
you're the one.
The one responsible
for my dog's daily disappearing act.
If you give him too many treats,
he could go blind.
The... The dog, he...
You can... You can eat
as many cookies as you'd like.
Get away from her.
Don't you look at her.
Don't you come near her.
Don't you talk to her.
You shut that dog up...
or I swear to God,
I will put a bullet in him.
No, doggy's my friend.
Dog. Dog, shut up.
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