Thomas Kinkade Silent Night

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Victor looked at Dibbler and raised his eyebrows.
‘I suppose they might be able to,’ Dibbler conceded. Victor nodded. Laddie leaped gracefully, snatched the torch out of his hand and ran back into the building with Gaspode lurching after him.
‘Did Islow magnesium.
‘OK,’ he said. ‘Now, let’s get the hell out of‑‘
The Thing screamed. What semblance there still was of Victor left it, and something like an explosion in an aquarium twisted among the flames. A tentacle whipped out and grabbed Gaspode by the leg.
He turned and tried to bite it.
Laddie ricocheted back down the stricken hall and launched hear things, or can that little dog speak?’ said Dibbler.‘He says he can’t,’ said Victor.Dibbler hesitated. The excitement was unhinging him a little. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘I suppose he should know.’ The dogs bounded towards the screen. The Victor‑Thing was nearly through, half‑sprawled among the cans.‘Can I light the fire?’ said Gaspode. ‘ ‘Smy job, really.’Laddie barked obediently and dropped the blazing paper. Gaspode snapped it up and advanced cautiously towards the Thing.‘Savin’ the day,’ he said, indistinctly, and dropped the torch on a coil of film. It flared instantly and burned with a sticky white fire, like