They still try, of course, get away from rude bigger kid, but they're...really not that fast. Little legs mean little strides.

And if he's quiet and stays that way, they'll start forgetting about him. It's less important than finding their lost Mama; eventually the idea gets into their head that maybe they should be opening doors, and so they slow down to tuck the truck under their arm to do that.

It just so happens, inside that first room, there's a bunch of tiny tinsel-covered trees. Very tiny. Not-even-to-their-knees tiny.

Okay, now. This is interesting. They stomp into the room to get a closer look.