The doll's voice spoke up again moaning out, "Ooh, me likey it rough." with a sigh, the toy company employee started the car down the street and turned to head for the Fimple homestead.
Looking out the window, Ashley scanned for any sign of more of the mangled dolls. But all her focus was drawn to a gap blown into the wooden fence of the backyard. Within the boxed in area were burned grass patches, used fireworks, toy parts, downed power lines and a toppled satellite dish. "Damn, what happened?" she said softly in wonder of the destruction of property the Commando Elite and their forced allies produced in one night...
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