Tuesday, May 04, 2010

A Collector's Nightmare

"How's my Bestest Girl today?" Harold tweaked the nose of his nine year old daughter.

"Operating within normal parameters," said Lucy, holding up a doll clad in a mustard yellow jumpsuit. Harold's face paled.

"What a lovely articulated figure," he said in a strangled voice. "Where did you get it?"

"Julie gave it me," said Lucy. "It's Data from 'Star Trek'."

"Yes," said Harold through a forced smile. "The limited thirty year anniversary commemorative Data. Where did Julie find it?"

"In the attic." Lucy smiled. "Don't worry though. No-one had even played with it. It was still in its box."

6 comments:

aims said...

A collectors nightmare indeed! Kiss that one goodbye Harold!

Leatherdykeuk said...

I think he'll have to!

stephanie said...

Ouch! Poor Harold. Good daddy though to reserve the yelling for the appropriate person. :)

Leatherdykeuk said...

through clenched teeth, no doubt!

DJ Kirkby said...

Hah, poor old Harold.

Leatherdykeuk said...

I feel for him!