Smith O'Reens noticed the little mover doing some heavy lifting, "Call the dogcather! Who knew the ankle biter was such a bloodhound!"

Suddenly the kite dropped to the floor when its tail snagged on a doorknob. The other hooded culprit seized the supersized Major Smith O'Reens and dashed the perfectly good action figure into pieces against the wall. The animated wind-up dog stopped spinning in disbelief, slipping off the intruder. At that moment the door to Muhammad's little sister's room creaked open. A bevy of toy chest friendlies wearing glow in the dark stickers wobbled out holding hands and chanting recorded phrases like "I love you!" and, "Ma Ma! Ma Ma!"

It scared the living daylights out of the crooks who dropped everything to run away in the dead of night.

"Again!" a little dolly with a shock of wild glittered hair, rosy cheeks, and wide unblinking eyes smiled at the troop of Major Smith O'Reens figures. The brothers in arms were officially creeped out, and a manly major seated in a futuristic six-wheeled vehicle with rocker-bogie suspension like a Mars rover said awkwardly, "The package is secure and we're running on B-I-N-G-O fuel, so... let's shut it down and return to our stations."

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