Verdant green hills rolled across the landscape, broken by a mountain range to the north and tapering down to the deep blue of the sea to the south. Beams of sunlight streamed across the central plains, glinting dully off the matte black armor worn by the Malta troops gathered there. War was in the air, and combat imminent. The men shifted uneasily; they knew what they were to face.
A low rumble echoed through the ground. Footsteps? Their leader eyed the hills stiffly, waiting.
"CHARGE!" cried a voice from above. "TAKE BUNKER HILL, TERRENCE!"
"That tickles," Lisa said, trying to suppress her giggles. "And that's not Bunker Hill."
Rhea grinned as she maneuvered Kung-Fu Grip Terrence Knight off the pillows near Lisa's shoulder and down towards 'Bunker Hill'. Her girlfriend tensed involuntarily as Rhea's hand moved the action figure into position. For a moment, all was still, as Rhea grinned mischievously down at Lisa's face.
"Foot stomp!" Rhea said, twitching mini-Terrence just so. Lisa couldn't help it; she laughed.
The gathered Malta Action Figures on the 'central plains' rattled and fell as the earthquake struck, some vanishing into the Great Abyss between the bed and the wall, the others sliding helplessly down the green blanket until they reached the Southern Sea, the blue comforter on the end of the bed.
"Oh, look, we won," Rhea noted. She set mini-Terr on the headboard next to Mr. Whiskers and snuggled down at Lisa's side, letting her fingers trail playfully along 'Bunker Hill'.
"Okay," Lisa said after a few moments. "I agree, it's a very good likeness."
"It was tough getting a good picture. You know how Terr feels about those."
"But why Kung-Fu Grip?"
Rhea shrugged as best she could while stretched out on the bed. "Well, Action Foot Stomp doesn't quite have the same ring, and they wanted to save Knockout Blow Terrence and Boulder Smash Terrence until they see how well Kung-Fu Grip Terrence sells."
Lisa snorted. "Next thing you know they'll be asking for rights to build the Hero Sandwich Playset."
Rhea said nothing. Loudly.
"... Rhea. What have you done?"
Rhea's face was a study in innocence. "Nothing's final yet!" she said. "And you should see the Gamma Emission figure. It lights up and everything!"
Lisa groaned and tugged the blankets over her face.
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
A low rumble echoed through the ground. Footsteps? Their leader eyed the hills stiffly, waiting.
"CHARGE!" cried a voice from above. "TAKE BUNKER HILL, TERRENCE!"
"That tickles," Lisa said, trying to suppress her giggles. "And that's not Bunker Hill."
Rhea grinned as she maneuvered Kung-Fu Grip Terrence Knight off the pillows near Lisa's shoulder and down towards 'Bunker Hill'. Her girlfriend tensed involuntarily as Rhea's hand moved the action figure into position. For a moment, all was still, as Rhea grinned mischievously down at Lisa's face.
"Foot stomp!" Rhea said, twitching mini-Terrence just so. Lisa couldn't help it; she laughed.
The gathered Malta Action Figures on the 'central plains' rattled and fell as the earthquake struck, some vanishing into the Great Abyss between the bed and the wall, the others sliding helplessly down the green blanket until they reached the Southern Sea, the blue comforter on the end of the bed.
"Oh, look, we won," Rhea noted. She set mini-Terr on the headboard next to Mr. Whiskers and snuggled down at Lisa's side, letting her fingers trail playfully along 'Bunker Hill'.
"Okay," Lisa said after a few moments. "I agree, it's a very good likeness."
"It was tough getting a good picture. You know how Terr feels about those."
"But why Kung-Fu Grip?"
Rhea shrugged as best she could while stretched out on the bed. "Well, Action Foot Stomp doesn't quite have the same ring, and they wanted to save Knockout Blow Terrence and Boulder Smash Terrence until they see how well Kung-Fu Grip Terrence sells."
Lisa snorted. "Next thing you know they'll be asking for rights to build the Hero Sandwich Playset."
Rhea said nothing. Loudly.
"... Rhea. What have you done?"
Rhea's face was a study in innocence. "Nothing's final yet!" she said. "And you should see the Gamma Emission figure. It lights up and everything!"
Lisa groaned and tugged the blankets over her face.
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs