A Doll For Jump Jump

My name is Tim and I have met Jump Jump, a little elf on a three inches tall, who jumps all the time and sometimes talks too fast for me to understand. I went to the North Pole with Jump Jump and we saved Christmas.

Jump Jump and I, with Mary Holiday, Hachipagi the Clown, Sleepy Slim the Lion, and the Poet had gone to the North Pole to help Santa Claus, whose reindeer were kidnapped by the Ice Queen. After reindeer, there could be no Christmas. Santa Claus took us to his workshop to show us all the work he had done. And while we were there, he showed us the funny dolls from

Holliday House. But Jump Jump wasn't jumping around happy as usual. Hollie explained why he was sad in just a minute. Daughters of toy trumpets and dolls by the thousands. Stalls of all were the dolls that looked like us, or rather like Ache Poggling, Sleepy Slim

and jump jump. There were jump jump dolls, dressed in green jumpers and red jumpers and pink and blue and yellow. And there were jump jump dolls just everywhere. But jump jump wasn't satisfied. His face was almost a half an inch long. And that's a very long face for a three inch shell.

I'll jump a little ha-ha-ha. White jump jump, you do have a doll, you have hundreds of them. Good jump jump look. Santa has made shells after shell for jump jump dolls. Look, here you are dressed like a cowboy.

And over here, like an angel on top of a Christmas tree. Yes, and here you're dressed like Santa Claus himself. Why, you have more dolls like you than anybody, job job. Aww. No. What do you mean no?