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Yippee! Woo!
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Macduff loved Michael's skateboard.
She loved it so much, she rode it early in the morning when the other toys were still asleep.
Yippee! She rode it fast.
And one morning, she was so fast, she didn't see the waste paper basket until it was too late.
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Macduff? Macduff?
When the other toys woke, they couldn't find her anywhere.
Where could she be?
Macduff? Macduff? Where are you?
Macduff? Macduff?
Macduff?
I've even looked under the bed, Johnson. She isn't there.
Well, there's a skateboard. She can't be far.
You know what she's like. She's always getting lost.
Help me! Help me!
Did you hear something?
Help me! Help me!
I can hear her, but I can't see her.
Help me! I'm in here!
In the waste paper basket.
Macduff, what are you doing in there?
I fell off my skateboard. You've got to get me out of here.
You'll have to wait until Michael gets home. He'll get you out.
But Macduff's voice was very scared and tiny.
But I must get out now. Do you know what today is?
Uh, the day before tomorrow?
The day after yesterday?
No. It's cleaning day.
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Michael was a normal child and therefore very messy.
And once a week, on cleaning day, his parents tidied up his room
and emptied everything in the waste paper basket into the rubbish bin.
Pull!
Oh, it's no use. It's too heavy.
We'll never push this thing over.
You've got to hurry. There's not much time.
Stand back, Johnson. I'll try one of my super-duper head chargers.
Now, out of the way. Clear the way.
Rrrrraaaar!
Ow!
Oh, no. Are you all right?
I think I've cracked my engine block.
I've got a headache now.
Even Squeaky joined in.
Can I help?
Push!
You've got to push as hard as you can, otherwise they'll throw me out.
They pushed the basket all right,
but they couldn't push it over. Macduff looked desperate.
There's not much time if you want to save me.
There's only one thing to do, said Johnson defiantly.
We'll have to pull her out.
How can we do that?
I'll have to climb up on top of the bed.
The bed?
The only way onto the bed was up the chest of drawers.
A long, long way for a very small elephant.
How am I doing?
Good. You're almost there.
Be careful.
Hold on now.
Oh!
I made it!
Yay!
From the top of the drawers, he had to jump all the way across to the bed.
Oh! Here goes nothing.
Johnson!
I'm going to wrap my trunk around you and pull you out.
Oh, Johnson, you're so brave.
Just at that moment, the worst thing possible happened.
Oh, no!
Are you both all right?
My trunk!
Johnson, Macduff, you'd better get out quickly. Get out!
It's all right, Diesel. I'll think of something.
You'd better think of something quickly.
Michael's mother's coming.
Leathering blazers.
What's all this noise?
How can a hot water bottle get its proper rest with all you lot making all that racket?
I've had enough. I'm going to report you all to somebody.
Alfred was so annoyed, he didn't see the skateboard.
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
I'm stuck.
Help me, you lot.
Michael's mother will throw me out.
Eventually, Michael's room was spick and span, clean and neat, and fresh and tidy as if Michael had never lived there.
Is everybody here?
I'm here.
I'm here. And all the rest of me's here as well.
I'm here. At least I think I'm here.
Alfred. Alfred.
Alfred?
Alfred.
Where's Alfred?
Alfred.
Alfred, where are you?
Alfred.
He's not in here.
Where is he?
Alfred's not here. I think he's been thrown out.
He left us. Johnson and me. He got us out of the waste paper bin.
All because you fell off that silly skateboard of yours.
I didn't mean to.
Oh, don't worry, Macduff. It's not your fault. It was an accident.
We'll get poor old Alfred a medal. Toy hero first class.
Even though he always scared me a bit, the bedroom won't be the same without him.
He's my friend.
Alfred!
Fluttering blazes. Never in all my poor days.
One minute I'm under the bed, content, and next it's noise and skateboards.
And then I get thrown out like a piece of rubbish.
Do you know how long it took me to crawl out of that garbage bin?
Days.
Weeks. Hours.
We're sorry, Alfred.
Sorry?
All covered in potato peelings and tea leaves.
And all I wanted was a bit of peace.
Good night.
Alfred.
Hmm?
We're glad you're back.
Are you?
Mm-hmm.
Potato peeling. Nasty thing.
After that, the toys were extra specially careful on the cleaning day.
I picked Leah up from under the garbage bin and threw her in there.