Finding the Perfect Tree

Hurry up, Bea! I want to pick out the perfect Christmas tree!

Hmph. I'm cold.

If you'd worn a jacket like I told you to, you wouldn't have that problem.

I choose this tree. It's by far the best one out here. I must have the best tree.

Um, Bea...? Don't you think this tree is a bit...well...

...big? We'd never be able to fit it into the house, let alone our room!

Whatever. You pick your own silly tree then.

This one looks more like our size!

Pastel, that thing is no more than a glorified twig.

Hmm. I suppose you're right.

Let's see if there's something else out here...

Will you hurry up!? I'm cold...and I'm tired...and I'm hungry. I want to go home!

Uggghh. That's it. I'm getting a fake tree.

Happy Halloween!

Hey guys!
Do you have any big plans tonight?
The Monster High girls are having a big Halloween party tonight and all the dolls around here are invited.

Do you like my costume?
A spider wasn't really my first choice, but it was better than the other option...

Hmph. I wanted to be a princess.

Oh, I think you make a...uh- lovely pumpkin princess, Bea.

Whatever. I'm going on to the party.

Poor Bea.
Anyway...I know I told you all about my Disney trip, but there was one thing I left out.
I was afraid you might think I was silly, but I don't know...

This is the Haunted Mansion.
It was a great ride...pretty spooky (especially if you ride it at night like we did!)
At the end of the ride, they tell you about hitch hiking ghosts...they even show them with you!
The Keeper said it was just a funny part of the ride, but I'm not so sure.

Ever since then I can't shake the feeling that I'm being followed.
It's creepy.

I don't know...maybe I'm going crazy.
Still...I'm getting out of here.

Hey, Bea? Wait for me!

Oh, and have fun and stay safe tonight, you guys!
See ya!

......

Shhh...

A Little Scribble

Hey guys!
Last week, Bea was...well, she was Bea.
She did make one good point though. (Just don't tell her I said that please!)
I do need to start introducing you to more of my friends.

I know you kind of met her before, but I really wanted to tell you more about my best friend Scribble.
She told me she had a surprise for me today so I thought you guys could come along to see what it is!

Scribble is a very special friend...
She's an artist. I think she's pretty great at it too!

She spends all her time on The Keeper's art desk working.
The Keeper claims she doesn't have favorites among us, but I know Scribble is her favorite.
It's okay though...I'm not jealous. Scribble is my favorite too!

Scribble came to live here two years ago.
The Keeper thought she would be the perfect little traveling companion, but she quickly discovered there was a problem...
Scribble won't talk!
She can talk. We've both heard her before, but she chooses not to.
She still communicates with us, but she just prefers to be narrated.
The Keeper was perplexed over this for quite a long time...until I came along.

According to The Keeper "I just won't stop talking."
I don't know what she means by that.

Anyway, I figured out the problem with Scribble.
She and The Keeper are just alike! They're so similar, they can talk to each other without ever having to open their mouths. Pretty cool, huh?

Anyway, regardless of how she talks, Scribble is still the coolest doll I know.

Oh! It looks like she's done with her project!

She says she made it just for me!

She made a little scribble of me!

Thanks, Scribble...you're the best!

Meet Bea

Greetings. I am here to clear up a horrible injustice.
You see, this blog is called "The Secret Realm of DOLLS," not "The Secret Realm of PASTEL."

I am Bea...as in BEAutiful.

I'm pretty sure that's "as in BEAtrice."

Bea is the newest doll in the house and she's well...you know...

The Keeper thinks she's just a little sad and lonely right now.
She did come to us second hand. She thinks Bea is just acting out for attention and maybe she's right.
She says I should try to be friends with her, but...

I have been considering your friend request, Pastel, and have decided to accept.
I am in need of someone to follow me around and tell me how beautiful I am.

Sometimes I think The Keeper asks too much of me.