A Snowman with a Ladder

Once Anna had found her way out of the woods, she saw a little white cottage with a red-shingled roof, a white brick chimney, blue window shutters, and a small blue front door. In front of the house was a gate that matched the window shutters and door, which was accompanied by a small white brick wall and a long white fence that surrounded the house.

"I wonder who lives here?" she said, as she walked over to the gate. She stood there as she then heard a familiar voice calling out from above an open window.

"Kellyann! Where is that girl? Where did she put them? Kellyann! Kellyann!"

"The toon rabbit!" Anna exclaimed, her face lightening up as she saw Roger from the window. Just as she opened the gate and headed toward the front porch, Roger closed the window shutters and opened the front door a moment later.

"No use! Can't wait! I'm terribly late! Oh, me! Oh, my! Oh, me! Oh, my!" he exclaimed, as he darted out of the house, holding a gold trumpet in his hand and wearing a white tunic that had a red heart printed on it and a pale blue court ruff over his regular outfit.

"Excuse me, Mr. Rabbit," Anna said to Roger, "I've been trying to—"

Roger turned around and ran over to Anna, though he had thought she was this "Kellyann" person he was calling out earlier.

"Why, Kellyann! What are you doing out here?" Roger asked her, frowning at her.

"Kellyann?" Anna repeated, a puzzled expression forming on her face.

"Don’t just stand there, do something! No, no! Go get my gloves! I'm late!" Roger barked, hopping in front of Anna and holding up his large pocket watch.

"But late for what?" Anna asked him, "That's just—"

"My gloves," Roger shouted, blaring his trumpet vociferously, forcing Anna to go inside the cottage. "At once! Do you hear?"

"Goodness," Anna said to herself, as she headed up the blue staircase. "I suppose I should be taking orders from Banjo next."

Once she made her way up the stairs to Roger‘s bedroom, Anna started her search for Roger's missing gloves.

"If I were a toon rabbit," she said, looking through a white wooden dresser, "where would I keep my gloves?"

When she opened a porcelain vase-like jar that was on the dresser, there were cookies in various shapes and colored frostings, and each of them had messages, such as "TAKE ONE" and "TRY ME". These were the same cookies she saw back when she was struggling to get the key onto the table at only ten inches tall.

"Oh, thank you." Anna said, as she picked out a pink flower-shaped cookie with the words "EAT ME" written in brown frosting and took a bite of it, "Don’t mind if I do." As she looked through a chest full of clothes while humming, however, Anna started to grow at an alarming rate, and her head hit the ceiling. The cookie had caused her to grow again—just like last time!

"Oh! Oh, no, no! Not again!" she exclaimed.

Roger tapped his foot rapidly and looked at his watch with an impatient frown on his face. He jolted in shock and rushed back inside the house, with a fear of being very, very tardy.

"Kellyann!" he called out.

Anna was still growing very rapidly as her arms emerged from the windows, and her right foot was toppling over furniture in Roger's room, just as Roger had darted up the staircase to the door of his bedroom.

"Now, you see here, Kellyann!" Roger started to say as he opened the door, only to see Anna's colossal right foot struggling to get through. "HEEEELLLLP!"

The white toon rabbit gasped in shock and tried to escape, but he was pushed down the stairs by her foot, which had finally found its way through the door, and blared his trumpet again. He then headed for the front door and opened it, only to be pushed through some of his broken possessions by Anna's now fully huge foot. As he got out from underneath the destruction, the frenzied toon rabbit cried out in horror as he saw what was happening to his house. Anna's arms had sprouted out of the windows, and her feet had emerged from the doorways.

"NOOOO! HELP! MONSTER!!" Roger shouted in a panic, running away from his house and blaring his trumpet again, "Help! Assistance!!"

Anna was struggling to get up, but it was no use. Roger's house was too snug for her to break free, and therefore, she was completely stuck like a fly attached to flypaper.

"Oh, dear!" she complained, placing her left hand on the rooftop. Just then, she heard Roger's voice, as he had come back with someone to help him.

"A monster! A monster, Genie! In my house, Genie!"

"A genie." Anna repeated in an unamused tone of voice, as she recalled seeing him in the ocean and him ignoring her desperate call for help while rolling her eyes.

Roger was hopping around Anna, who was walking with him down the dirt path back to his house.

"Settle down, old chap," Genie calmly said to Spike, as he twirled his cane with his right hand. "Can't be as bad as all that, you know."

"My poor house..." Roger said to Genie, still worried about his precious home. "Ohhh, my beautiful roof and rafters...all my walls, and—there it is!"

Genie stopped in front of the house as his eyes widened in shock, and he almost dropped his cane in the process.

"By Jove!" he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows and his shocked expression changing into a smile, "Jolly well is."

Anna's giant hands opened the shutters, and she peeked through the open window to see Roger and Genie, her eyes blinking with curiosity.

"Well, do your thing, Genie!" Roger exclaimed, pushing Genie through the open gate and hiding behind it.

Genie approached the gigantic Anna and examined her carefully, before replying as he tapped her shoe with his cane: "Yes, indeed. An extraordinary situation, but..."

"But-but-but-but what?!" Roger exclaimed, finally coming out from behind the gate.

Genie blew his nose on his light blue handkerchief and put it away before placing a hand on Anna's foot and crossed his right leg over his left.

"But I have a very simple solution!" he said, delighting the giant Anna.

"Thank goodness!" Anna said in response to Genie's announcement.

"W-W-W-What is it?" stuttered Roger.

"Simply pull it out the chimney."

"Yes! G-G-Go on, go on! Pull it out!" Roger exclaimed, running over and trying to push Genie, who was simply immovable.

"Who, me?" Genie questioned him, "Don’t be ridiculous! What we need is a...Er...Hmmm..."

A whistling noise was heard once Genie started thinking, and he turned to see a snowman with three black stone buttons, an orange carrot nose, brown stick arms, white snowball legs, three brown twigs as hair, and a big white buck tooth, wearing a black jacket, a forest green long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, and a black English cap. He was also holding a broom in his right hand and a long ladder in his left as he was walking by Roger's house.

"A snowman with a ladder!" Genie exclaimed.

"Hmmm? Oh, Olaf!" Roger called out to the snowman, grabbing his attention, "Olaf!"

Olaf lifted his cap up as a part of greeting the two, but he then felt himself being pulled through the gate by Roger.

"We need a lawman with a snodder...a snodder..." the toon rabbit said to Olaf, "Can you help us?"

"At your service, governor!" Olaf replied kindly to the toon rabbit, saluting to him. He suddenly dropped his broom when he felt Genie's hand on his shoulder.

“Olaf, my lad," Genie said to him. "Have you ever been down a chimney?"

"Why, governor," Olaf said. "I've been down more chimneys!"

"Excellent, excellent!" Genie said with a smile, "You just pop down the chimney and haul that monster out of there."

Anna was confused by Olaf's choice to have Olaf pull her out of the chimney, for she was simply too big to fit right through it. *Why would they have a small snowman pull me out of such a tiny chimney?* she wondered, *I don’t think this will help me out at all...*

"Right-o, governor!" Olaf said, climbing past by Anna. Just then, he moved back down to see Anna through the window and cried out in alarm, "Monster?!"

He let out a frightened scream and scurried down the ladder, only to be pulled on the jacket by Roger and Genie. The two were trying to calm him down and get him back up the ladder so he would do his job, but Olaf was too frightened by the horrific vision of the gigantic Anna to do so. Olaf scurried back down the ladder again, only to be carried up by Genie.

"Settle down now. That's better," Genie said to the frightened snowman in an enthusiastic voice. "Olaf, lad. You're passing up a golden opportunity."

"I am?" Olaf repeated, a smile of delight lightening up on his face.

"You can be famous," Genie added, as he was still taking Olaf up the ladder. That added the fuel to Olaf's budding excitement.

"I can?"

"Of course!" Genie chirped. Once they reached to the top of the roof, Genie placed Olaf into the chimney.

"There's a brave lad! In you go now," he continued to say to Olaf. "Nothing to it, ol' boy. Simply tie your legs around the monster's neck and drag it out."

"Bu-But-But, governor!" Olaf started to reply, only to be shoved down the chimney by Genie.

"Good luck, Olaf."

Just as Olaf was completely pushed down the chimney, smoke came out from the fireplace, shrouded the room, flew up in the air, and tickled Anna's nose. She felt her head lifting itself up. The poor, giant Norwegian girl was about to sneeze!

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Genie wobbled on the roof once he felt Anna's head bouncing him around, and he jumped onto the ladder as fast as he could.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ahh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Roger took refuge behind Anna's giant foot as the smoke emerged from the open window.

Suddenly, Anna sneezed loudly.

"Ah-ah-ah...AH-AH-AHH-CHOO!"

Olaf swiftly flew out of the chimney and into the sky like a rocket launching into outer space. It was quite a surprise to Roger and Genie as they watched him flying into the clouds above them and disappearing out of the view.

“Well, there goes Olaf!" said Genie, as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Poor Olaf!" Anna said as her eyes gazed from the open window, and her hand was in front of the window.

Now that Olaf was no use for the monstrous problem, Genie had something else in mind. So he took out a match and used it to light up a pipe that had been in his mouth the whole time he was present. "Uhh...perhaps we should try a more energetic remedy!"

"Yes!" Roger replied to Genie, pointing to his pocket watch, "Anything! Anything, but hurry!"

"I propose that we, uh..."

"Yes! Go on! Yes!"

"I propose that we...YOW!!!" Genie cried, as he had felt the flame of the lit match burn his fingers.

"By Jove, that's it!" exclaimed the blue genie, "We'll burn the house down!"

"Yes!" Roger replied, chuckling and nodding in response to his suggestion, "Burn the house—WHAT?!" But his eyes widened in shock because he knew that would mean he would lose his house to the burning flames if they would choose to go with it.

"Oh, no!" Anna said, also alarmed by Genie's new plan.

Genie started gathering any of Roger's valuables that would be used as firewood as he started to sing a joyous tune of his. The first item he picked out was a chair, much to the poor toon rabbit's worries.

Genie: (spoken, laughing) Ho, ho, ho!
(singing) *Oh, we'll smoke the blighter out*
*We'll put the beast to rout*
*Some kindling, just a stick or two*
*This bit of rubbish ought to do*

Genie picked up a pale pink-colored grandfather clock with disinclined help from Roger. The clock was tossed into the wall and smashed into thousands of pieces, shocking Roger. "Oh, dear!" he said fearfully, as Genie gathered more items with a pink wheelbarrow that belonged to the toon rabbit.

Genie: *We'll smoke the blighter out*
*We'll smoke the monster out*

Anna was watching the entire scene with her turquoise blue eyes as Roger scurried over toward Genie.

"No, no, no! Not my beautiful birdhouse!" he exclaimed, but it was already too late for the anxious toon rabbit to stop him. Genie had already taken a white birdhouse and split it in half, scaring a small group of bluebirds away. He then tossed it into the pile of the destroyed furniture as Roger bonked his head onto the broken gate.

Genie: *Oh, we'll roast the blighter's toes*
*We'll toast the bounder's nose*
*Just fetch that gate*
*We'll make it clear that monsters aren't welcome here*

"Oh, me, oh, my!" Roger said with a nervous look on his face, as he carried the gate over to the pile and placed it there. Genie placed a hand out in front of him, indicating that he needed something from him.

"Match," he said to him.

"Match?" Roger repeated, as he handed a matchstick to Genie. Then Genie used Roger to light up the match and placed it on the stack of roof shingles and the obliterated furniture.

Genie: *Without a single doubt*
*We'll smoke the monster out*

Then Roger sang along, as well.

Roger: *We'll smoke the monster out*

"Nooo! No! My poor house and furniture!" he exclaimed, as his worries had only heightened due to Genie's recent action.

White smoke started to rise up from the pile of the furniture, making Anna feel sorry for the poor toon dragon.

"Oh, dear! This is serious," she said. "I simply must—"

Anna suddenly let out a short gasp of shock, and her eyes focused on a small garden of carrots located on the left side of the house.

"A garden!" she gasped, as she reached her gigantic hand for a carrot, not noticing Roger running over to the carrot and grabbing hold of it.

"Perhaps if I eat something, it would make me grow small." Anna strained.

It was a brief struggle, but soon, Anna lifted the carrot and Roger from the garden and up toward her face. Roger was struggling to break free from her grip as he swung around in a panic.

"NO!!! Let go! HELP!!!" he cried fearfully, thinking that he would be eaten by her.

"I'm sorry, but I must eat something." Anna said to Roger.

"Not me, you...you...you barbarian!" Roger shouted, aiming the carrot at Anna as if it were a sword. Anna took a big bite of the carrot and the tip fell off, surprising Roger. Roger fell off, free from the female's grip.

"Ahh! Monster!" Roger yelled.

Anna was shrinking at a very rapid pace, thanks to the carrot she found in Anna's garden. Genie was still blowing the smoke in an attempt to make a fire, whereas Roger was scurrying away from Anna and tripped over her shrinking foot.

Anna had shrunken down to the size of a small figure again, just like when she drank the bottle of the multi-flavored liquid.

"Ahh! I’m late!" Roger exclaimed, as he had taken yet another look at his pocket watch. "Oh, dear! I'm here! I should be there! I'm late! I'm late!"

"I say, do you have a match?" Genie asked Roger. However, he was given a rapid handshake by the toon rabbit instead.

"Must go! Goodbye! Hello! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!" Roger exclaimed, as he then hurried off on the dirt path and disappeared once again.

Anna had made her way from underneath the front door, yet she still had to go after Roger.

"Wait! Please wait!" she exclaimed, running over to the front porch and jumping up and down.

"Ahh, young lady," Genie said to the miniature Norwegian girl. "Do you have a match?"

"I'm sorry, but...Mr. Rabbit!' was all Anna had to say to Genie before hurrying off.

Genie shook his head and raised an eyebrow as his hands were placed on his hips. "No cooperation," he said of Anna and Roger. "No cooperation at all. Well, can't have monsters about. Very well have to carry on by myself."

Then Genie took the broken legs of Roger's furniture and used them to make a fire, and he blew some smoke once a small flame formed inside the hole of the broken piece.