Sunday, September 21, 2008

Bathin' Time

Papa Doll was resting, taking his bath, reading the paper. It had been a long, hard day being thrown around by Kelly's older brother Matt. Matt had wreaked havoc on all of Kelly's dolls that week. He'd dismembered Granddad Doll several times - Granddad's head was hanging on by a piece of yarn by this point - and poor Frumpy Doll had been ritualistically disembowelled more than once up in the treehouse by the big elm in the back. As Papa Doll sat there, naked and soaking, he planned an most satisfying revolt against that demon child. Matt would learn a lesson that would stay with him always, or at least until the stitches healed.

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