Mikey’s hand pats all around the room as his grabby fingers search for you in the dollhouse. He starts shifting around the furniture and nudges the bed you’re hiding beneath. Before you can even try to scurry to a new hiding spot he grabs your exposed legs tightly and yanks you out, bumping your head a little on the wall as he eagerly extracted you.
“Gofcha!” Mikey grins, his fingers caked in dried boogers as they wrap around your form. “Dowwy all mine.”
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