Tiny Christmas Page #4

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to unshrink us, tonight.

Maybe we can find a stamp,

mail ourselves.

Barkley, this is serious!

We're gonna be stuck

like this!

We'll be freaks!

We'll have to check into

a roach motel, and...

and buy doll clothes!

Have you seen doll clothes?

They don't make

cool doll clothes?

It'll be all flower dresses

and overalls!

Okay, chill out, cuz.

Which is in exactly

three hours and 15 minutes.

How do you know that?

Doesn't everybody?

Here, I'll set my stop-watch.

Let's see...

[throwing star lands,

rattling]

Bingo!

Nice.

And...

[countdown clock beeps]

Do you have anything

in that fanny pack

that might actually help us?

Like a plan, maybe?

I have a plan.

We hire ourselves out

to salvage loose change

from sofas.

Or those keys that fall

between the seats of cars.

Anyway,

we save up enough cash,

then hire a mad scientist

to build a machine

that stretches our bones

to full-size.

Boo-yah!

[groans in exasperation]

I knew you'd dig it, cuz.

[Emma groaning]

I[grunting with effort]z.

Locked.

[doorbell rings]

[doorbell ringing]

Uh... who are you?

Elf-A-Gram!

Man, talk about

Christmas overload.

Okay, Emma,

it's up to you to find a way

out of this mess.

There!

Barkley, are you seeing this?

Barkley?

Tell me

you're not eating

floor food.

Of course not,

that would be gross,

and violate the 10-second rule

which I firmly abide by.

We're in my neighbor's house,

and we need to get

her attention.

Copy that.

I could burrow

under her toenail--

No!

Not what I'm saying.

What's wrong with you?

I meant, something

a little less... blech.

Okay.

Copy that.

Negative on the toenail.

Going with plan B.

I climb up,

crawl inside her head,

and kung fu an S.O.S.

into her eardrum.

[sighing]

Who exactly

should I thank

for sending me

an "Elf-A-Gram"

at 2:
00

in the morning?

Uh... secret admirer.

Uh... need-to-know basis.

Huh... I could've sworn

we moved the couch

into this room.

Couch?

[chuckles]

I don't think so.

What are you doing?

Looking for rat infestations.

It's part of your Elf-A-Gram

signature service.

Lucky you.

I should go wake the kids.

Kids?

You mean with

the high voices,

and the diapers,

and the messy rooms,

and the creepy little ears

and stuff?

Sort of.

They're real?

Off the ground! Now!

Come on!

Let's go,

off the ground.

Move, move, move!

[crunching underfoot]

[gasps in horror]

Oh, no!

What have I done?

Oh, no.

I can't look.

Is it...?

I'm afraid so.

A little person.

[gasping in despair]

It's okay.

We can glue its head back.

Glue its head?

What kind of

sick monster are you?

I've got others.

I can spare one.

[relieved] Oh!

It's just

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