He is then asked by the child to button the rear part of the latter's jammies. Finally waking up in his bed, Oswald is relieved to see the baby boy completely unscathed. It turns out all that trouble was in Oswald's dream.

Oswald is then caught by the wax monsters to suffer a similar fate. But by the time the rabbit reaches the location, it is too late, and all that's left on the platform is a wax relic in the shape of an infant. Back in the bedroom, Oswald hears the baby boy's cries for help, and makes the run. They then force their victim onto a platform and begin to pour molten wax on him. Despite the child's advantage, the wax monsters are able to get close enough and take his weapon away. To defend himself, the baby boy grabs a blow torch, liquefying some of the wax monsters. They want nothing more than to torment anyone who steps into their abode. Unlike the ones he met previously, however, the statues there are hideous and hostile. The baby boy walks further in the museum and into another section. Thus all the other wax characters in the area come to life and go into a celebration by singing and dancing. After one of them provides assistance, that statue decides to show the little sightseer around. He then asks some statues to close it for him. While wandering the museum's hallways, the baby boy finds part of his pajamas opened. The baby boy, however, isn't sleepy and decides to have a little tour of the museum. As it gets late that night, Oswald goes to sleep, sharing his bed with his new little brother figure. But when the child clings onto his leg and asks to be accepted, Oswald changes his mind. He then goes on walking around, wondering what he should do. To his surprise, Oswald finds the baby boy indoors.

But before the door closes, the baby, who is a boy, climbs out of the basket and enters the place. In doubt that he would make a good caretaker, however, the rabbit is reluctant to take the child in, and therefore goes back inside. Oswald opens up and sees what's in front of him. She then lays it by the door of a wax museum owned by Oswald. One evening, a penniless woman in an old hood is walking on the street, carrying a basket with a baby in it.

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