"This here is the PickleVator," Stu explained. "An elevator that may look normal but is completely different. This elevator can move in any direction you can think of. Just push a button and zing you're off!" He pushed one of the buttons.

The elevator took the group around to a few rooms. Timmy was getting board so he asked the toy maker if he could pick a room to which the toy maker replied by saying 'go ahead'.

The young boy turned around to look at all the different buttons and found one that read 'TV Room' so he decided to press it. The elevator halted before shooting the group hard to the left. It eventually stopped outside of a room that was brightly lit.

"Here. Please. Put these on," he handed the group a pair of glasses. "The lights are so powerful that they might burn your eyes." He then opened the door that led into the TV Room. Which was a bright room with a giant camera in the middle.

"This here is the TV Room," Stu explained. "Another new room where we're thinking of sending our toys through television. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true." He turned to the remaining members. "Allow me to demonstrate."

A few elves walked into the room carrying a large robot to which they gently placed on a large platform in front of the camera.

"Watch this," Stu said. He snapped his fingers and a robot elf pulled down a leaver which caused the robot to lift into the air and soon disappear after the flash of the giant camera.

The group stared in awe.

"Where'd the toy go?" Timmy asked.

"It's above our head in a million pieces," Stu pointed to the ceiling where thousands of particles could be seen floating above. He then walked over to a small television set where he began pressing a bunch of buttons on a remote and soon the toy re-appeared on the screen.

"There it is... Take it."

"How can you take it?" Timmy asked. "It's just a picture."

"Alright you take it," Stu told his son. Tommy walked up to the TV and pulled the robot out.

"It's real."

"It's unbelievable," Mrs. McNulty said in surprise.

"It's a miracle," Grandpa Lou added. "It could change the world."

Timmy was shocked. "Mr. Pickles, can you send other things besides toys?"

Stu nodded. "Anything you desire."

"What about people?"

"People? I don't know..." He thought for a moment. "I think I could... Yes, I'm sure I could. But it might have some messy results."

"Check it I'm gonna be the first person in the world to be sent by television." Timmy immediately ran towards the platform in front of the camera.

"Timmy get away from that thing," his mom ordered.

"Stop. Don't," Stu sighed.

"Lights. Camera. Action!" Timmy yelled before the camera flashed. He soon had vanished.

"Timmy, where are you?" His mom yelled.

Lou looked up and saw his particles soaring up in the air. "He's up there in a million pieces."

"Oh, Timmy, are you there?"

"Stop worrying and come watch the screen," Stu said as he started pressing buttons on the remote. As this was happening his mother was becoming worried as she bit her lip.

"Timmy!" His mom yelled at the TV. "Why's he taking so long?"

"A million pieces take a long time to put together," Tommy reminded her.

"Well, where are they?"

Soon something started to appear on the screen. It appeared static and fuzzy at first but became more clearer after a while. "There's something coming through," Stu said, examining the TV.

"Is it Timmy?" his mom asked becoming relieved but fell into shock again after seeing her son appearing smaller on the screen.

"Jumping Jehosaphat! The scouts getting smaller by the minute," Lou said.

"Look guys, I'm the first person in the world to be sent by television," Timmy waved his hands out. "Wow what a wild trip that was." He climbed down onto the counter. "Can I do it again?"

"No!" his mom cried. "There'll be nothing left."

"Stop worrying, mom. This is great. I'm a TV star. Wait til everyone hears about this?"

"Nobody's gonna hear about this!" his mom picked him up.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked before being shoved into his mother's purse. "I don't wanna go in there!" He continued to ramble on. "Hey, mom, it's dark in here..."

"Be quiet!" She handed her purse over to Stu. "Well!"

"Hm. Well I can only think of one way to repair him," Stu rubbed his chin, thinking. He handed her purse over to an awaiting elf who before leaving whispered something into the toy makers ear.

"No. No I won't hold you responsible," he replied.

Mrs. McNulty, upon hearing this fell faint and collapsed into Lou's arms.

"Now my dearest lady, it's time to say goodbye." Mrs. McNulty moaned and Stu put his finger on her lips. "Ah-ah. Don't speak. For in life there are no words. Run along now."

Lou pushed her off and two elf bystanders caught her and dragged her away.

"Adios. Farewell. Parting is such sweet sorrow," Stu whispered as he waved.

Soon all the robotic elves gathered to perform one more song.

Here on world news tonight, we have breaking news

A boy has an addiction to toys and TV

Now how can that be?

We all ask, well it's an easy answer.

The boy loves TV

The boy loves TV.

Doesn't he know it can damage your eyes

Even though some people on there are wise

He probably won't learn much

If he wants to learn he'll have to sit in school

And hope he doesn't turn out to be the fool

And that he remembers to use the right tools.

Yeah, yeah.

TV can ruin the mind

And can make you blind

It can damage your eyes sight

And turn you violent that's right

Just look, just look.

With how much TV he watches

His brain will turn to cheese

And shrink to the size of peas

Now please, now please

Listen.

But talking about Mr. McNulty

I think we're finally understanding

(understanding).

He just has nothing to do

Why doesn't he read a book?

Or find a magazine to look?

Why, why, why, why

Doesn't he know there's more than TV?

Doesn't he?