Narrator : Hansel walk out quietly, he tiptoed outside. White pebbles gleamed in the moonlight. He collected as many as he could and stuffed them into his pockets.
Stepmother : "Wake up, my little sugar plums , We're going on a lovely walk today!"
Narrator : Hansel squeezed Gretel's hand as they left the house, pretending they knew nothing.
Stepmother : "Hurry up, Hansel!"