Miser’s Nightmare

Where the heck am I? Just moments ago, I was in the nimble palm of Juan Tamariz . . . it felt so right. Then suddenly, poof . . . I’m gone. Or at least Juan is gone. Something. I’m kind of dizzy, but my memory’s coming back a bit. I was actually with my three brothers. There were four of us. I can hear one screaming . . . he’s not too far away. Wow . . . that was weird . . . I think I can hear somebody’s stomach growling.

Now this is truly bizarre . . . I just bumped into a thumb tip and a wedding ring . . . a key . . . this is like a dumping ground for vanished props. As it happens, I’m not the only coin here . . . there are others. What a nightmare . . . Scrooge McMagic would not approve of this truly twisted Miser’s Nightmare.

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