"Writing is not for wusses."--Lynne Main
If you throw your cars this is where they go.
Is the Shark gone?
I capture that silver nut looking thingy...I rule.
I know what you did to my toys last summer
You can come out now and play. Mom's asleep.
"Hm. It can be fixed, but it's gonna cost you."
Ken and Barbie declare bankruptcy due to their adopted baby. (upi photo)
Eyes on the prize...no matter where it is!
“Tell me how Barbie escaped or I’ll release the shining…”
If a wardrobe leads to Narnia then maybe this will lead to Bob the Builders...
Whatever you found in the Haliburton suitcase, it's not mine.
"I'll help clean up, but you have to trust me."
And that's how we deal with Decepticons in my house.
Yep, I'm a Jedi!
Apple are sponsoring the next Star Wars movie, so they are to be known as an iJed.
Crime evolved organically in me from the earliest days when even my brothers' favorite toys preferred my company to theirs.
I know why the caged toy sings.
They went _IN_ so easily!
Ten words. Bloody hell. Read the submission guidelines. Little death number 943. Only a little over 9000 more to go.
Finding where Mom hides the Christmas presents? Priceless.
Telekinesis compensated for the bane of four eyes every time.
Day six - toy prison. Installs disco ball. Giant admires work.
The monster under the bed doesn't have an iphone.
Piece 13: Contained Freeway Apocalypse in Miniature. (2014)$1600
He'd finally found the pituitary gland. Time to grow up.
MY GOD! It's full of cars!
On the eighth day, God made Transformers.
The ground quieted and the townspeople looked to the sky.
"Doctor? Are you in there? I think the TARDIS got hit by a shrink laser!"
Brave, terrified, unstoppable, he searched for his mother’s “lost marbles”
Hmm, not in there either. So, where are Sharky's cakes?
Spy kit assembled.
I told you not to, now you're grounded!
Oh goody! A contest in honor of my birthday. I'm 29 again [and again and again and again and ....]"I found the alien pod's hiding place, Mom!"
My life. Fixing car crashes with disco balls.
Shh! I'm not here and you don't see me.
Waiting for the Pixar cars to talk back...
Toys are not us. We are not them.
I sure hope Santa didn't get hurt in that wreck
Eye of Sauron, the early years.
Dammit, I still haven't squished that diving-bell spider!
Humanlike, the “Deceptor” test drone reveals eerie desire to play.
Reflection of perspectives
This fiasco firmly in mind, he reaped millions inventing Bitcoin.
Is this room 237?
Timeout for me equals timeout for you. Capiche?
Michelin baby gets trapped in claw-machine. News at ten.
The Secret Life of None of Your Beeswax! by S.M. Kid
Why can't mom use her toys to trap the spider?
It looked bigger on ebay.
Here's hoping hyphenated words count as one word:Wibbly-wobbly world, upside-down galaxy,Open sesame, heavens wonders show me.
Mature motivation in a crystal walnut, yet motorization forever in my male heart.
Baby never understood auto insurance, even with Mom's visual aids.
The eyes have it!
Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
Somehow I will assemble these into a query.
Mommy doesn't see what I see. It's not a mess.
Hmm...that's weird. The one on MY ceiling glows.
Never mind how. Get the tongs.
"I said ANTI-gravity! *Sigh* We'll never get down..."
"This's sex, son. One helluva wreck under a disco ball."I freakin' nailed this entry! Thanks to the 65 year old last post who helped me cut down on words with "hafta" by reminding me that Stephen King also used the word "helluva". Slang in writing is such a precarious thing...but in this instance, I think it works, and it saved me two additional words.
Daddy, it was mummy! Honest! I'm a better driver.
Toy box traffic
I'm going in...
Why is it always the last freakin' place you look?
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