“And you’ve scared him so badly he’ll never come back. Let me take a look at this lock.”
Charlie examined the lock carefully.
“It’s no good, Biff. It’s too strong to force. I can’t open this lock. You’re just going to have to magic your way out.”
“Or get Crunch to come back and let me out.”
“Think you can, Biff? I doubt it.”
“I can try,” Biff replied. “Crunch and I were getting to be good friends. He’s not a bad guy. Dietz has a hold on him and forces him to do this dirty work. I’m going to call him.... Crunch!” Biff sang out.
No answer.
“Crunch! Can you hear me? If you can, listen carefully. I’ve sent the evil spirits away. They won’t harm you. They have stopped their noises.” The alarm clock had run down.
“I’m still locked in, Crunch. I promised you I wouldn’t use my magic to get out. I’ve kept my promise. Come back and see.”
“If this works, Biff,” Uncle Charlie said in a low voice, “then you’ve really got that giant under your thumb.”