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.)