Dolls Page #4

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God damn!

You can hear those freaks' music

all the way across the hall.

It's not so bad. Lt reminds me

that we're still in the 20th century.

Well, at least the old fart

stocks some good wine.

It tastes musty.

Just like this house.

All right, look. You know what

I'm gonna do when we get out of here?

Ship the kid back to Boston,

screw the divorce settlement.

- We're young, we're rich.

- I'm rich.

We're in the prime of our lives.

Who needs an anchor?

Yeah, we could be in Monte Carlo

right now, if it wasn't for the twerp.

"The next morning,

the witch put Gretel to work...

"cooking and cleaning the house.

"And the witch locked Hansel in a cage.

She was going to eat him first.

"But she wanted

to fatten him up a little.

"The witch made sure

that Hansel ate very well...

"and every day she would ask him

to hold out his finger for her to pinch.

"She wanted to see

how plump he had grown. "

Hey, Mr. Punch,

I'm thirsty. How about you?

You bet. L'm real thirsty.

- You want to go find something to drink?

- Let's go, kiddo.

Bingo.

Help me.

Daddy, Rosemary,

the elves got one of the girls!

- What?

- They dragged her away.

Dragged who away?

The girl.

One of the girls Ralph brought with him.

Give me a break.

I knew there was something weird

about this place.

- The old man is probably a sex-fiend.

- Rosemary.

All right, tell me what happened, Judy.

- I got up to get a glass of water with Punch...

- Wait. You wanted water and punch?

No, I wanted water with Mr. Punch.

Come on, get to

the point, Judy. Come on.

I saw a girl get dragged

off into a room by an elf.

- An elf?

- Yes, and then...

Judy, what have I told

you about your stories?

But this is...

You'll wind up paying

more child support. My money.

Look, I know you don't enjoy

spending your summers with me.

I don't like it, either.

But I'm sick of

you lying all the time, okay?

I don't want to hear it anymore.

No more fairies, elves, princesses...

ghosts, goblins, talking trees!

I'm sick of it all, okay?

I don't want to hear any more

stories for the rest of the summer!

Now, get out of here! Go to bed!

- But...

- Out!

- But, Daddy...

- You better do what he says, short stuff.

He may not be able

to give you a swat, but I can.

Yes, ma'am.

No.

Feel free to have an

imaginary cookie anytime you like.

Or go ahead and get on

your imaginary phone and call takeout.

We've got a long

night ahead of us, right?

Judy. You just

about gave me a heart attack.

- I have to ask you a question.

- Yeah?

Do you trust kids?

Yeah, I guess.

- Do you believe things they tell you?

- Sure. Why?

My mom does, too.

But my dad doesn't.

Punch always believes me. He's

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