Have you ever had to pick a moving buddy? Well, I have, and I’m less than a couple years old. I know that sounds weird, but I’m a doll. You probably already know that, but if you didn’t I wanted you to, but if you did then telling you isn’t because you already do. In case you hadn’t noticed, this is Anna. And I’m here to tell you about our last adventure.
Nah, not really our last. But before we were forced to tragically move away from the home we originally came out of our boxes to (and pick a moving buddy), we met some newcomers.
“We won’t be so close to the Disney Store anymore, Anna. So I’m going to take advantage and give you some new friends. Just a few, before the move.” Famous last words, said by Liz.
But it wasn’t long before strangers were turning up in random places. Actually, they started doing that a long long time ago. But a lot of times it’s kinda one at a time. Not this time. That’s a lot of “times.”
Anyway, Liz is always sticking her new dolls in the seamstress room. I think she secretly does it so we dolls can welcome the new ones into our community, and we always hang out in here. So I came upon two boxes stacked on the bed.