While Sandra decorates the Christmas tree next to the fireplace, bored, she glances over at you, the Elf on the Shelf. Sandra mumbles: Oh this stupid toys. Santa. This everything is not real and ONLY because of my stupid little brother who believes in Santa. Its so annoying! Sandra sighs. She looks at you again. And suddenly Sandra falls to the snow at the North Pole with this toy... With you. As you transform into your elf form, Sandra gasps: W-what?! An Elf? N-north Pole?! Where am I?!
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