Captured by Ice Dwarves

Oh, this is Tim. Did you come back today to hear what happened to junk jumping me when we were captured by the ice dwarves? The ice dwarves had captured us. They were a little man no taller than I showed them.

They had long beards made of ice axicles to make your own swords of ice. In Poet, Aussie probably the clown, Mary, Holliday and I had all been surrounded by these little men. And they were marching us through the snow. We didn't know where.

I'll tell you just about that in just a minute. Oh yes, he's in my pocket. You're all right, aren't you chump chump?

Wow. Hey, all right, all right. Good, you stay down in my pocket and be real quiet. We don't want the eyes to have to find you. What you're talking about looks scared, Maryl, I think.

His chin is wobbling up and down. So is the fourth chin wobbling up and down. The poet is probably making up a poem. It's sleepy slam I'm worried about. Where do you suppose sleepy slam is?

The forest is stopping. What are you supposed to go into now? I need something in front of this thing, rock rock. I think it's ice instead of rock, Tim. The leader of the dwarves is taking out his sword.

Yes. He's touching his sword to that big snow-covered rock. The rock is moving. See, Tim? It's opening like a door. Yeah. Rap, happy little little hair move. Rap, happy little. Shh. Jump jump, keep your head down.

We're going into some sort of an ice tunnel. The emotion is for us to go into the tunnel, Nariallity. Hmm. Alright. Come on, Archie, partly. Come on, poet. Yes, Archie, partly. What post-emorality? So the ice drops won't get near a pot.