| Gucci Bag |
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The leather Gucci luggage quietly leaning on the minibar suddenly shifts, but you didn't hit a bump. It falls over.
A high-pitched voice squeaks. Ehhhhh… quite… inconvenient? The container bulges. Hello?
A wheel falls off. Little boy? It thumps. Um… Timmy? A pause. Timmy… it's… it's… Buttons, remember? Buttons?
Three claws distend the fine leather. The voice becomes a bit whiney. Remember? Buttons, the friendly magical bear?
The voice drops to a whisper. I know no one — not your mommy, not your daddy, not even your sister (who I nevertheless deeply thank for the silver tiara) — believes you have a magical talking teddy bear, Timmy, but let little Buttons out? Please, Timmy? The claws rake along the inside of the bag; the leather stretches.
Moments later four canines are outlined, outlining a silent scream. Timmy… let me out now. It's been days now, Timmy.
Timmy… dear Timmy. I don't care if your family doesn't believe in talking stuffed animals A sudden howl.
SO HELP ME TIMMY I WILL MAKE THEM BELIEVE! I WILL MAKE THEM ALL BELIEVE IF YOU DON'T FREE ME THIS VERY INSTANT!
The bag rips. A high-pitched voice cackles. A claw tears open the gash further. Out glares a bloodshot eye.