The grabbers piled loot in the hall. The repeat offenders stopped in their tracks when a Magna Doodle slowly scratched, "Get out!" The kite floated into the darkened passage like a levitating monster, and then an onslaught of rank and file mavericks stormed in to attack the naughty listers.
"Scary Poppins, want some pieces of me?" asked the tumbling tower block game. A fusillade of removable parts flew everywhere.
"This is so not suitable for ages under three!" a potato battery science fair project kit cried while army crawling underneath a circus of confusion.
But to get back to the wind-up-dog's idea: on the shelf of collectible baubles the hopping robot sprung higher and higher with the basketball trophy perched on its front. The baseball mitt made sure the long-legged machine did not bounce off balance.
"This just might be crazy enough to work," grinned the classic patchwork bear while securing the mechanized dog's red ball to the end of the air hose.
"Be the ball. Okay, now!" the cuteness shouted setting his jaw.
"Bringing the A-game! In it to win it! I've never felt so alive! Oh, my!" The trophy leaped from the harvest tupperware-colored robot to squash the pump. A blast of air furnished the motive power to shoot the ball from the hose like a rocket with the dog trailing behind clutching the string.
"Jollies! Do me next! Do me next!" the diminutive warship exclaimed with an unlit pipe retained between its wooden teeth, steam from its breath fogging up the side of the bottle.
"You guys go ahead. Bum knees. I'll stay here... kinda of my thing. You know I just pretend to be spying for the guy in the red suit to pay my way through dental school, right?" the seated elf elbowed the trash can of slime.
