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“Well, I still figure this can’t really be happening,” Dad said. “We must be dreaming or something. So let’s just stick together and see what happens.”

A few minutes later the guard came and led Santa and the elf to the electric chairs. They were strapped in, moist sponge on the head, all the stuff you see in the movies.

Suddenly, a loud gasp was heard, but it did not come from anyone in the room. They looked around, and were shocked to find that when they faced a certain direction, they could see back into the basement they had come from—and there was Tina, holding the remote, nearly in a state of shock.

“What should we do, Dad? Urge her to find a way to save us? Or get her to turn it off so she doesn’t get upset?”

IF YOU WANT TINA TO TRY TO SAVE YOU, GO TO PAGE 15

IF YOU WANT TO SPARE TINA THE TRAUMA OF SEEING YOU EXECUTED, GO TO PAGE 16