Noah Conrad:... ♫...hmm...make a little birdhouse in your soul...♬
>THUNK<
Noah: What was that?
Pete Dakota: >psst<...down here!
Noah: Oh for--...what are you doing under there?!?
Pete: I'm hiding from The Elf!
Noah: >Mutter, mutter< I don't get paid enough for this.
Pete: Wait, wait! Don't tell anybody I'm here!
Benjamin Roy: >Zzzzzzzzzzzz<
Noah: WAKE UP!!
BR: >Zzzsnrkkk< Huh?
BR: What's going on?
Noah: Come get Pete out from under my work bench.
BR: Under the...oh, I know. Y'see, Pete thinks there's this Elf--
Noah: Don't care. Not my clown, not my circus.
Just get him outta there. Now.
BR: Hi.
Pete: Hi.
BR: The Elf?
Pete: The Elf.
BR: C'mon. Let's go get a pizza and talk about it.
Pete: >Sigh< Okay.
Noah: That's better. Back to work.
This birdhouse won't paint itself.
>tee-hee<
Noah: What was that?
>Mutter, mutter< Not again. I don't see anything...
Noah: A madhouse. I live in a madhouse.
See Pete Dakota's previous tussles with The Elf!
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