The rocket screamed into the night, towing a Barbie doll into the night sky. Bradley knew it was his sister’s favorite – that was why he made a particular point of attaching it to a screamer. He didn’t really have a reason to do it, other than to torment his little sister. As it crashed to the ground, Bradley walked into the house. Turning around to examine his handiwork, he noticed the doll’s head had melted to a rock. All the better. He turned around and went back inside.

The next day, as sunlight streamed through Bradley’s window, he noticed something was wrong. The house was too quiet, the chirping of birds was absent. He swung his feet off the bed to go investigate what was going on, but as he walked across his floor he stepped on something hard and pointy, under one of his dirty shirts. He picked up the shirt, thinking it was just one of his army men. Upon lifting the shirt, he noticed a distinct drop in the room’s temperature. Though instinct told him it was a bad idea, but he threw the shirt away, to find an exact copy of the Barbie he’d launched the night previous.

Thinking to have some fun, Bradley picked up the doll. Just as he was about to launch it out his window, his mother called up to him. Thinking her much closer than he was, he dropped the doll down his shirt. He noticed a slight stinging sensation, but ignored it as he went down to enjoy a Saturday morning breakfast. His mother noticed a slight change in behavior, but thought it was just a result of staying up late. As she sent him off to do whatever it is that boys do on Saturdays, she noticed a small bulge on his chest.

Being very sly about, she quickly tugged his shirt up to reveal a molten Barbie doll attached to his chest. She screamed in horror at the sight for only moments before Bradley knocked her out with a well-placed hit. In horror of what he’d just done, Bradley ran up to his room, where the doll attached to his chest made him light several candles.

When his mom came to, she remembered only vaguely what had occurred at that mornings breakfast. Thinking she’d just had a fainting spell, she sat down to have a cup of coffee. After cleaning up the kitchen a little bit, she finally relaxed on a stool with her coffee. Wiping her forehead, she noticed an ache at the back of her eye, along with a trickle of blood. Immediately alarmed, she rushed to the bathroom to see what was wrong.