(Said in over the top movie trailer voice)
PROLOGUE
HE HAD A FURRY FACE!
AFTER DECADES OF COMING OUT OF THE WASH ALL FUZZY, MR TIMPKINS, THE TOY OF A 9 YEAR OLD GIRL HAD HAD ENOUGH! HE RALLIED HIS FELLOW COMRADES IN ARMS AND IN A MODEL VIKING BOAT, THEY CAME TO A DESERTED ISLAND WHERE THERE WAS THE REMAINS OF AN OLD JAPANESE TOY FACTORY. IT IS HERE, THEY REST AND LIVE IN PEACE!
Mr. Timpkins was in his office reviewing the latest figures as to Teddy Bear production. "Cloning" he had called it once.
Another Teddy Bear entered the room; it was female, dressed in a frock and possessing a face identical to that of Mr. Timpkins. She wore a rather odd looking blonde wig as well lipstick upon her rather large mouth. She climbed onto the desk where Mr. Timpkins was sitting. The desk was considerably larger than both.
Once, after a fair climb up a toy ladder, she 'hiked' across the top surface to where Mr. Timpkins sat in thought upon some small model chairs. He was reading a small scrap of paper.
She sat down next to him.
"Have you got the telegram machine working again, Mrs. Hobblebottom?"
"Yes, I can send a message, if you like?"
"Yes I would. Tell them all simply, that I want peace with the Humans and for all teddies to be returned here, they will then be given a choice as to whether or not they want to stay here."
The boot lace eyebrows on Mr. Timpkins frowned with concern with the outcome of this ultimatum to the world.
A chopper hedding for the teedy bear utopia with 3 people on board there were two on board in the back talking away.
????: Squall ive been in harder missions i mean this is childs play lituary.
Squall looked up to the other person and said.
Squall: Seth trhis wont be childs play becaus we just not got the strength after those fire guards attacked us in our last mission.
Seth sat up and looked towards the equiqment and said.
Seth: Well those flamethrouers will take care of these things... what is our primiry target.
As squall cocked back the reloder for his shotgun he replyed.
Squall: Mr Timpkins... stupid name here ave your radio on just in case.
As a cartrage of a simi automatic was reloded into seths gun.
Seth: Ok i will.
Pilot: Nearing drop zone.
Squall: lets get ready to kick ass.