Just my luck! Here I thought I’d be on my way to a large and elaborate toy story, where children of all ages would stare in awe at me as I sat behind a display window, showing off my awesomeness.

But no! Instead I’m drowning in this kid’s ketchup. Doesn’t he know that he’s supposed to play with toys, not dip them in random condiments?

I should have know that this was going to happen, as soon as that smelly dude behind the counter tossed me into that paper bag. It wasn’t long before the kid released me from my plastic packaging and began to torture me.

I suppose it could be worse. I mean, at least I’ve been able to bring some joy to this child’s life, if only for a few moments.
Oh great! What’s he doing now? Whoa, I’m awful high up. Hey kid! Put me down; I don’t like heights! Hey, what are you doing? No! Get me away form your mouth! Where the heck is your mother? I’m not food! NOOO !

Sigh…great. Eaten by a four year old. I guess that’s just another day in the life of a fast food toy.