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The soldiers didn't blink—partly because they were molded that way, but mostly because they were disciplined. Corporal "Lefty" (who had lost half an arm to a teething puppy in '24) checked his plastic bayonet. “Movement on the flank, Sir!” Lefty whispered.

“Man down!” Grunt cried silently. “Ignore the beast! Advance!” toy-soldiers-complete

The toy soldiers scrambled up the velvet slope. It was a chaotic blur of green and purple. Just as Grunt reached the summit, fingers closed around the TV remote, his plastic boots slipping on the leather surface. He looked up into the bulbous, unblinking eyes of the Alien Commander. The soldiers didn't blink—partly because they were molded

The Boy tossed them both into the Toy Chest—a cavernous, wooden sanctuary where the war always ended. As the lid closed, Grunt looked at the Alien Commander. The enmity of the battlefield faded in the warmth of the pile of stuffed animals. “Man down

“Listen up!” Grunt hissed, his voice a tiny vibration in the air. “The Great Thumb has been gone for two sunsets. If we don’t secure the Battery Pack from the TV remote by dawn, we’ll be stuck in the dark when the Vacuum Beast awakes.”