Toying With Defending The Turf

It was in a blue grass state when everyone wanted to see into the future and who the victors next year will be during the ‘serious age.’ With excitement in the air juveniles from all over the world sprinted out wanting a glimpse at Golden Pal the favorite stuffed animal.

“Cool it Cowan,” shouted a resentful freemason who was visiting “Construct A Bear” inside the mall after performing a special ceremony.

As the lovable holiday gift gimmick appeared the youngsters all screamed, “Golden Pal” and one Father told his wife, “Ubetterbelieveit he would show,” Responding with a delighted smile his lifelong partner watched their youngster’s happy seeing Golden Pal.

Across town where magic influenced toys there was anger from other juveniles who were in a turf war with the cuddly creatures.

“It’s a long shot but fire at will,” was the command before the plastic soldier march presentation.

“We are headed towards the battleground to put things in place,” a powerful commander conversed wanting to remove the rich color from Golden Pal.

Eluding security the miniature military contingent released a horrific spell which they considered ‘operation outadore’ that translates to ‘out a’ Golden Pal’s gold coating.

During the ugly affair, the girls prayed for hope while running outside on the dirt track wishing they had someone who could return Golden Pal’s winning image. A decision was made to visit Mr. Vequist and knocking on his door the kids felt relieved when the gentlemen answered.

“You girls are lucky today was my day out of the office and I would be in this place,” he honestly said.

“Mr. Vequist Golden Pal who is stuffed with love was attacked and lost his rich color,”

“That is too bad,” Mr. Vequist showed his girl daddy side inviting them inside to plan strategy, “what do you think we should do?”

Upon leaving the young ladies group decided it was time to defend their turf and thank him for his time. Following the plan favorite Aunt Pearl was next to be visited in her place filled with mother earth potions.

Relaxing reading the newspaper in the late afternoon sun Aunt Pearl noticed kids' approaching, “What do I have the pleasure,” she greeted the future.

“We have to get the rich color back into Golden Pal,” they exclaimed, “back at the mall the plastic soldiers thought they were defending the turf and they took away the rich color that Golden Pal had and now he is bronze.”

“Did your favorite friend Golden Pal have an amulet to ward off evil?” Aunt Pearl inquired.

After the group looked at each other one spoke up, “No, he did not have an amulet.”

“That is right, kids, it was the miss amulet factor that made your favorite turn bronze, “the wisdom of Aunt Pearl chanted, “let me show you this.”

Pulling a blue necklace out from her purse, “I want you present this to Golden Pal and give it to him, I bet it will bring his rich color back.”

As the sun started to set the girls entered the mall having a way to return Golden Pal to his winning essential quality. Noticing a small figure inside a race car modeling a display entitled “Hot Rod Charlie”. Keeping a distance Charlie quietly stayed in his place terribly angry about the hysteria that took place thinking turf had to be defended.

“It was wrong what GI Joe did to Golden Pal,” he told the children, “Charlie is my name Hot Rod Charlie, and this is my place in the mall.”

Taking a step forward one youngster gave him a smile, “could you bring this to Golden Pal?”

Receiving the amulet Hot Rod Charlie agreed to the assignment and she continued, “keep me in mind when you show it to him then the spell will work.”

Seconds later the group watched Hot Rod Charlie speed passed all the stores towards where damaged Golden Pal was nursing his injuries. Handing the jewelry to Golden Pal the object started to sparkle releasing a rich color.

It did not take long for the antidote to finish rehabilitating the stuffed animal.

“Yeah, it worked,” the children cheered.

Hearing all the commotion the power players felt guilty jumping the gun in dealing with the new addition to the community and Captain Jack Keene decided to apologize.

“Excuse me kids, I am sorry for what happened today, I know we are not even three years old,” he stated reading a notecard, “our immature action brought pain to you all and that was wrong, please forgive us.”

Accepting the gesture in stride the youngsters each grabbed one Golden Pal and carefully headed to the cashier knowing all sales are final.