Dolls Page #2

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I don't know.

L think we ought to forget it.

Look.

I mean, how can we nick his wallet

if we're surrounded by people...

and he's in another room?

Don't worry.

I'll get to

that fellow. And his car keys.

Sir?

Sir, please wait.

Is that where the elves live?

- Who?

- The elves.

No, Judy,

that's just a storage room.

Then where are the fairies?

Maybe there are a few

hiding in my workshop.

Shall we see?

Gabriel, this is great!

You still like toys, do you?

Yes, but it's too bad

we have to outgrow them, right?

- No one says you have to.

- My daddy says you do.

Daddies can be wrong sometimes,

darling. They're only human.

My father

taught me everything I know.

That's funny.

I was just thinking about my dad.

He used to tell us stories about

how toys woke up after we were asleep.

And they'd start to wander

all over the house.

I stayed up night after night to see if

I could catch my toys playing on their own.

Never made it.

But I figured if they're having

such a good time, with or without me...

they might as well eat.

So I started leaving

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.

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

my best friend. Next to Teddy, my bear.

Let me guess.

You got something to tell me, right?

One of those girls

you brought here with you...

- she's gone.

- Gone?

- Gone where?

- They dragged her into a room.

She was screaming and kicking

and bleeding.

- Who did? Who dragged her away?

- The elves.

This is not

a fairy tale. This is real.

Great. Well, we'll

just check it out in the morning.

But suppose there isn't a morning?

Suppose this is the

longest night in the whole world?

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