Ann asked, “Which way is the restroom?”
He pointed and she stagger off that direction, tugging at my arm. I followed.
“Why didn’t you tell him about those creatures?” I asked. “Now they’re going to keep terrorizing the neighborhood.”
“No, now the Muffin Man is dead the creatures are no longer under his spell and they’ve dispersed back into the spirit world by now. And anyhow, you know the police wouldn’t believe us. We’d just end up being interrogated for the next two days about a murder we didn’t commit.”
“Yeah, they’d never believe he was eaten by his own elves: Keebler’s revenge.”
“I keep telling you, they’re not elves.”
“Then what are they?”
“Let me put it this way so you’ll know who I mean. Do you know why all his baked goods were so scrumptious?” She looked up at me with a mischievous grin.
“Why?”
“They’re magically delicious.”
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