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Splashdown
So, running on a hot tip from our spies in SoCal, we whizzed off to WalMart up at Lynwood in search of the legendary Splash Mates Stitch. Where, we didn't find it. Really, they didn't even have any toy in the "Splash Mates" line. Miffed, we next checked the nearby Toys R Us, where they had at least had Splash Mates, but only in Winnie the Pooh characters. D--n you, Pooh Bear!
At which point, kind of gave up for a couple weeks.
THEN! We entreated Mr. Tiki to ferry us to the BIG 24 hour super-duper WalMart, up in Marysville. We wrapped our head into our squid hoodie (as we drive with the top down 'cause that's how we roll and set forth.
And found, nothing. No Splash Mates. They didn't even have a little shelf tag for it in the Toy Section. Just a bunch of Sesame Street-influenced nonsense. D--n you, Elmo!
Mr. Tiki, never one to be discouraged by simple reality, suggested on our way home re-checking the first Walmart, in Lynwood, on the way home. "I have a feeling," our toy-force-sensitive husband declared. We Pooh-Poohed this line of investigation (d--n you, Pooh Pooh!), but, since our spouse can be persuasive on matters of toy location, we agreed on the condition that Mr. Tiki would have this way additional opportunities to shop for obscure flavors of Indy Jones Eggos.
So, we returned to WalMart Number One, once again, walked the entire store, past Olson twins fashions and 120 packs of fun-sized Three Musketeers bars and back to the toy section where we once again located the Preschool aisle. And came upon this...
( OOPS! )
At which point, kind of gave up for a couple weeks.
THEN! We entreated Mr. Tiki to ferry us to the BIG 24 hour super-duper WalMart, up in Marysville. We wrapped our head into our squid hoodie (as we drive with the top down 'cause that's how we roll and set forth.
And found, nothing. No Splash Mates. They didn't even have a little shelf tag for it in the Toy Section. Just a bunch of Sesame Street-influenced nonsense. D--n you, Elmo!
Mr. Tiki, never one to be discouraged by simple reality, suggested on our way home re-checking the first Walmart, in Lynwood, on the way home. "I have a feeling," our toy-force-sensitive husband declared. We Pooh-Poohed this line of investigation (d--n you, Pooh Pooh!), but, since our spouse can be persuasive on matters of toy location, we agreed on the condition that Mr. Tiki would have this way additional opportunities to shop for obscure flavors of Indy Jones Eggos.
So, we returned to WalMart Number One, once again, walked the entire store, past Olson twins fashions and 120 packs of fun-sized Three Musketeers bars and back to the toy section where we once again located the Preschool aisle. And came upon this...
( OOPS! )
