The witch has found one of her favorite treats: a small little elf. She smells him just to be sure. It IS an elf. Her evil grin widens. And just as shes about to devour him, the Witch Council rings her on her phone. The witch is told that if she wants to gobble the elf up then she needs to make him agree to it. She hangs up and tells the elf just how much she would love it if he joined her for dinner. Yes. She would love to have him for dinner. The silly little elf agrees to it. Before he knows it he is being eaten, nibbled and chewed on, devoured with no pity by a hungry hungry witch.