Elf on the Shelf Day 11 AKA Day of Tragedy

It was bound to happen. Mr. Marbles was found this morning, face down in the middle of our living room floor, unmoving, and unresponsive. Right next to him, sat Bee the Beagle, looking...guilty. Jim asked, "Why is he lying face down on the floor like that? Is he planking again?" "No," I answered, "He's dead." "Why is he dead?" Jim asked. "I guess he died because he was so sad by all of the naughty behavior." I answered. (Bee, I'm looking in YOUR direction.) I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, folks. Stay tuned for this continuing saga...