Toby:
[sees Santa tied up in Mrs. Buzzard's crystal ball]
Oh no, where is he?
Mrs. Buzzard:
4 degrees south and 3 degrees west. I used to live near there, the boys would play in the woods, I'd make them oatmeal in the morning. 4 degrees south, 3 degrees west, hm.
Toby:
We've got to get Santa back.
Mrs. Buzzard:
We? We? I can't do anything, I can't get out of here.
Toby:
Why not?
Mrs. Buzzard:
The Wizard of Xander and I had a little, tiff some years ago and he shut me up in here, with this perfectly useless key, supposed to be magic. It never did a thing for me but you might as well take it. Now, if you figure out how it works, you have to promise to get me out of this dump.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:05