Short version, cutting to the punchline as quickly as possible:
My mother-in-law sent us a plush nativity, complete with wise men and a camel. Its job was to sit under the tree and get played with.
About five years ago my son was playing with them, and from the other room I heard “Wap! Him dead! Now my take camel!”
That poor wise man was apparently unwise enough to get ambushed by some other toy (a Hamtaro, if memory serves.)
A plush nativity? Cool. We have a little playmobil one with plastic figures that the kids get to play with.
A plush nativity? Cool. We have a little playmobil one with plastic figures that the kids get to play with.
Ok… That’s just awesome…
Ok… That’s just awesome…
Hamster crime has been on the rise since the Ninja Crimewave of the 80’s subsisded.
Hamster crime has been on the rise since the Ninja Crimewave of the 80’s subsisded.
Man, Hamtaro will mess you UP!
Man, Hamtaro will mess you UP!
I remember that story. It made both Chalain and I chuckle, and then wish we had kids so we could write the cute stuff they did.
I remember that story. It made both Chalain and I chuckle, and then wish we had kids so we could write the cute stuff they did.
The recently acquired Booklet would simply wrestle it to the ground and try to eat it. Squealing optional.
BW
The recently acquired Booklet would simply wrestle it to the ground and try to eat it. Squealing optional.
BW
And lo, his habit of killing people and taking their stuff began, and thus an adventurer was born…
And lo, his habit of killing people and taking their stuff began, and thus an adventurer was born…