Just imagine for a moment…

You’re sitting in a toy box minding your own business and enjoying the company of Barbie, the Lion King, Mr. Potato-Head, and Minnie Mouse…

When suddenly a tiny hand reaches in and yanks you out of the box by the hair and flings you across the room…on top of a sleeping fat cat who is not amused.

The next thing you know, you’re being pelted by balls, beads, fidget spinners, blocks, and yes, Barbie. Before you can react- (however a chunk of painted plastic would react if it could) – you’re dragged outside, stuck in a toddler swing, and spun around being slammed against a playhouse at high speed while the tiny tornado giggles hysterically.

The other toys by now are trembling and begging the fat cat to lay on them because if she does, the tornado won’t even know they’re there.

But meanwhile back in the yard, another even TINIER tornado comes out to play and a battle ensues over the poor, battered Samantha while the baby tornado wails loud enough to drown out a jet.

That’s how poor little Samantha’s day went. And you don’t even want to know what happened to poor Barbie. Let’s just say, if she has her way- Malibu is looking is looking really good.

And Sushi and I may be escorting her- to keep her safe (and escape)!

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