After he got to his position he realized, while he could grab his arms with his toes, he could not sew them back on.
He sighed, rolling his eyes. Stupid Rag Doll, how was he ever going to become the Pumpkin King if he couldn't even think through a simple escape plan!
He looked down at his arms on the ground and could not think of a single thing to do with them.
He was not going to ask another rag doll for help, no way.
And as rag dolls were the only creatures in this building (that could sew anyway) he had to figure out how to put his arms back on by himself.
He had just picked up his arm with his foot when there was a knock at the door.
He took a deep breath.
Stupid rag dolls, probably playing dead head ditch again, leaving the bloody thing on his doorstep.
He went to the door and opened it.
But there was no head.
Or rather the head was still attached to the body.
It was a girl.
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