My life as a lego. A story i'm writing

At first I wanted to do this story for the tomb of lost art challenge, but I decided not to so I could have the story follow whatever path I wanted. I am not an experienced writer, so expect the worst.

       "Pssst!"

       "Who's there?" I asked looking around. Nobody was there. I got up an looked around the room suspiciously.

       "No, no, no, no. Down here!"

       "Down where?" I questioned while being very confused. I was home alone, and my Mom wasn't supposed to get back home until a while later. The only thing on the floor was the furniture and my Lego sets. Okay I'm thirteen and I still like Legos. Give me a break. If you've seen the Lego movie there's a fifty year old man who plays with Legos.

       "Down here, it's me Alfred."

       "Okay I see where this is going." I say with a hint of contempt. "Your Lego world comes to life and I have this great adventure with living toys, and in the end I have to keep the whole thing a secret from anybody. No Thanks!"

       "Okay I'll just leave the fate of the entire Lego universe on your conscience then." Alfred replies. I totally see where this is going.

       "Okay supposed I do decide to help you. How would I do it. You obviously have you own Lego world, and everything that isn't limited to my Lego set in my bedroom. How would I get in there to help you?" I ask hoping that this will destroy all his hopes of me helping.

        "Yes that would be a problem." Alfred says. "I'll be right back." And he walks into the manor.

I will continue this later as right now my mom says I have to get off the computer.