Mrs. Berry bolted to the doorway to block the door with a table, fearing someone else would try to barge in again.
At the same time, Robbie darted into the kitchen to bring two knives for Mrs. Berry.
With one knife in each hand, Mrs. Berry stood by the entrance like a battle angel.
Meanwhile, Jamie grabbed the broomstick, mop, and everything that could be turned into weapons for the rest of the family.
He then took out nun chucks and started swinging them, copying the moves from the man he saw on television.
The family was geared from head to toe in preparation for battle.
However, time ticked away, and no odd noises came from the outside.
Ellie was pouting as she shook, her large eyes full of tears.
“Don’t be scared. Mommy will protect all of you.” Hugging Ellie, Charlotte discussed with Mrs. Berry, “Mrs. Berry, why don’t we call the cops?”
“That’s a great idea.” Mrs. Berry quickly went to grab her phone.
“Right now, our priority is to let Fifi poop out the chip.”
Robbie’s eyes narrowed as he analyzed like a detective, “Otherwise, the cops will take Fifi. In fact, they might even open up Fifi’s stomach to find it.”
Hearing Robbie’s words, Ellie burst into tears. “No! Don’t let them take Fifi away. Don’t let them open up its stomach.”
“Don’t be scared, Ellie. I’ll protect you and Fifi.”
Jamie promptly reached out to wipe Ellie’s tears away.
“Robbie’s right. We should let Fifi poop out the chip first,” Charlotte muttered. Then, she pursed her lips. “But it’s been many days, and Fifi still hasn’t pooped it out. What are we going to do?”
“Why don’t we try this?” Mrs. Berry took out a small green bottle from the room.
“What’s that?” Everybody turned to look at it.
“I always have constipation, so the doctor gave me this,” Mrs. Berry explained, feeling a little embarrassed. “It works very well.”
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s hurry.”
“We have to give it a smaller dose, or else Fifi can’t take it.”
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