"Operation Worst Nightmare. This time we play for keeps!" Safari Smith O'Reens paced back and forth in front of his mixed bag of charges. "That mystic monolith envisions training simulations every Saturday morning and foresees a special stop-motion mission featuring a rendezvous with my spy school buddy, G.I. Maddy O'Blivion call sign "Badass" to be streaming this snowy holiday season (oh yes, you guessed it: the firecracker twins practically spontaneously exploded)! It breaches every management pro-toy-col in the storybook, but over the top, toys! Nobody lives forever!"
A motley wilderness of toys from around the room sprang into action at their marching orders. The ladder on the back of the fire truck carried a blended bunch of stuffies that held the spray bottle fan blowing air to fly the kite. "Go faster!" crowed the spinning fan wearing a bandolier.
"Eagle has wings!" Using increasingly elaborate hand signals, the Beefcake Brigade took off from their high ledge with reckless courage like rolling thunder. Some plastics shot away in high-octane vehicles, others launched ballistically with impressive rocket belts. Gam Gam's pharmacy gift store knockoff confiscated a 1/18 scale diecast muscle car and peeled out. "Toy up!" the pseudo toy suffering from retrograde amnesia exclaimed while drifting around a corner in the wrong direction.
Their ultra-sized leader zipped down a line and stopped for an instant before the mechanically enhanced dog and the strange lot of supporting characters to say with a penetrating stare, "There it is. Stay collectible. Not a compliment."
