Benjamin Roy: Hey Pete, do want to take Annabelle for a walk with me?
Pete Dakota: Sure, I just want a drink of water first.
Pete: Ahhh! What the heck is that?!
BR: What's taking you so long?
Pete: Wha--wha-what is that thing?!
BR: Oh, that's one of those Elf On A Shelf figures. Daddy John and Daddy Steve move it around the house and say the elf watches us to see if we're being good or bad and then reports back to Santa.
Pete: I don't know...it's kind of creepy. I bet it moves around on its own.
BR: Oh, it's nothing to be afraid of. C'mon, let's go.
Pete: O-o-okay, if you're sure...
Later that afternoon...
Pete: Now, where did I put my gray t-shirt? I know it's around here somewhere.
Pete: Here it is. Frank leaves these drawers so messy... >grumble grumble<
Pete: BR...BR, wake up!
BR: >snore, snort< Hmmmffff?
BR: Huh? Pete? What's going on?
Pete: Can I sleep with you tonight? Please?
BR: Of course. What's wrong?
Pete: That elf! He's going to come get me! I just know it!
BR: Oh it's just a stupid toy. It won't hurt you.
Pete: No, he's after me. I just know it!
BR: >sigh< Okay, get in.
Pete: Thank you, BR.
BR: Go to sleep, buddy. It'll be fine in the morning, you'll see.
Pete and BR drift off...