by Starsky Hutch 76
“I’ll get you, Seven Soldiers of Victory,” the boy growled, holding up his Nebula-Man action figure.
“Never,” he said, holding up a Crimson Avenger action figure. “Because Soldiers of Victory is what we are! That means we always win!”
“We’ll just see about that,” he made the Nebula-Man action figure say. “Bzzzhhh!”
“Look out, friend Lee! He hath fired a nebula-ray!” he said, bringing in his Shining Knight and Winged Victory figures for a quick rescue. “No one tries ta fry my buddies! Pow! Pow! Pow!” he said, lifting a Vigilante action figure.
He waved the Nebula-Man figure dramatically. “Agh! You got me! I’ll–”
“Michael, time for dinner!” a voice from down the hall suddenly called out.
“Aw, mom!” the boy said, setting his action figures down. “I was playing with my new toys!”
“You can play with them after dinner,” the boy’s mom said. “Now, come on. I made your favorite — lasagna.”
“Lasagna? Oh, boy!” the child said enthusiastically, jumping up and leaving the Nebula-Man action figure by the Tyler Toy Company package. Once he was out of the room, its eyes glowed a bright crimson as its mouth fixed into a malevolent grin.
The End