#crime!

Witch, confused, but following: what's going on, doll?

Doll, opening the door: It figured it out!

Witch, looking outside: figured what o- oh no.

Doll, walking up to a catapult with a pig in it: how to make pigs fly!

Witch, dumbfounded: what? No. Where did... How did you get a pig! And when did you build that!

Doll, tittering: while Miss slept! And crime!

Witch, pinching the bridge of her nose: that's not what-

Doll, distracted, pulling the lever: have fun miss piggy!

Witch, watching the pig fly, speechless.

Doll, looking up proudly: we can get a puppy now?

"The hell is that?" She asks herself, standing from her chair. She peeks out the window, able to see her doll but not whats going on.

"What is that silly little thing doing?" She asks, walk to the back door and opening it.

She can hear the doll giggling in between the strange thuds as she walks out. She rounds the corner and her eyes widen in shock.

"What the hell are you doing?!" She screams, mortified.

The doll stops. "Ohai Miss!"

"Don't 'ohai miss' me! What the fuck are you doing?!.

The doll pouts, hanging its head. "Well, you know how earlier it kept bringing up how we had been supposed to go out for the day?"

"Yes..."

"And how you told it to stop beating a dead horse?"

"Oh my gods" the witch said pinching the bridge of her nose.

"It sounded fun, so this ones been beating one for the last hour!"

"Everything else aside, HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET A HORSE?!"

The doll giggles. "Crime!" It exclaims before continuing to hit the horse carcas with a mallet.

The witch stood stunned for a moment, blinking and mouth opening and closing; unable to find words. "Nope. Uh uh. Don't wanna know. Gonna pretend this didn't happen."