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Action;1766 Beaver Street
[While finding herself in strange new settings isn't very surprising at all, waking up in bed with completely different clothes is. So if her brand new family doesn't hear her in her room going "What? What? What??" like some sort of one-trick parrot, or the occasional "Hello?" as she wanders through the house, they'll find her still in her pajamas, investigating the fridge. Open, close. Open...close. Open--ooh is that an apple?]
I wonder who made this box so cold?
Phone
--'s this? Is it a gadget? Maybe if I do something it'll talk! Hmm...
[This is followed by the sound of her apparently playing with the dial.]
Hello? Hello? Mister Gadget, can you hear me? I wonder if Meg would know how it worked.
[While finding herself in strange new settings isn't very surprising at all, waking up in bed with completely different clothes is. So if her brand new family doesn't hear her in her room going "What? What? What??" like some sort of one-trick parrot, or the occasional "Hello?" as she wanders through the house, they'll find her still in her pajamas, investigating the fridge. Open, close. Open...close. Open--ooh is that an apple?]
I wonder who made this box so cold?
Phone
--'s this? Is it a gadget? Maybe if I do something it'll talk! Hmm...
[This is followed by the sound of her apparently playing with the dial.]
Hello? Hello? Mister Gadget, can you hear me? I wonder if Meg would know how it worked.
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