Toy Story

[Tamblot]

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Are you thinking what I am thinking? Well, this is not about that animated film that we all know of. This is about creating something new out from our toys, collections and hobbies. Toy Story. A short story created and made alive by the very toys that we have.

Please compose your story into one post including the photos of the toys that comes with the story. Any story that you can think of except that the character in the story is your toy. You can even write your own.

Let's start.

[Tamblot]

At 9:00AM this morning local time, Dyanne received a call through a secured line from Hayoo Industries headquarters. Recent intel from the field revealed that Dr. Yurejim Kreziavik whom Dyanne has been protecting is an impostor. HQ believed that the real Yurejim was abducted by Igor's death knights and somebody from Igor's agents posed as the doctor. Dyanne is activated for Operation: Scalpel.

Dyanne was directed to sweep out the doctor and make it appear as an assassination plot to keep the doctor silent after the controversial release of highly classified information surrounding the childhood history of General Igor Vladimir years ago.

Dr. Kreziavik's clinic hours ends by 12:00PM today. If he follows his routine, he will be taking a quick lunch at Mc. Dolands and head directly to the Association of Global Psychiatric Practitioners (AGPP) office for a 1 hour meeting with the board. Then he will drive back to his suite at MJ Towers where he will spend the rest of the afternoon writing his next book about clinical psychiatry.

At 2:30PM, Dyanne had already found a perch right across MJ Towers and overlooking the terrace of Dr. Kreziavik's suite. She had her mission pack with her in case the doctor will arrive late. NVG and thermal scope always come handy when night falls, she thinks. She keeps the radio to her left and tuned to the secured channel just in case HQ would abort the mission. Every now and then, she checks the adjacent towers and strategic locations with her binocular to ensure that the perimeter is clear. If that doctor is an impostor, probably the general may have also assigned an overwatch to him. She'd done a couple of HVT exfil missions before where she took down sniper assassins.



Although Hayoo Industries is aware of the threat to the doctor's life, HQ did not replace the window and door panels with armored glass at the terrace and the living room. Dyanne chambered an armor-piercing round. She is confident with the toy she is using right now. They have been together since Iraq and Afghanistan. They have gunned down dozens of technicals and painted the walls of Ramadi with blood splatters from bodies of insurgents. Dyanne rechecked the wind speed and direction again.


What if the intel is incorrect and the target is the real Kreziavik? Dyanne had been with the doctor as a close in bodyguard and she knows the doctor more than anybody else. The doctor is as predictable as the clock. She wonders how such people can live a routine for the rest of their lives. On the other hand, Yurejim is a friend to her now.


At 3:45PM, the rifle scope trailed towards the main door of the suite as it opened. From her scope, she can see the doctor came in and headed towards his bedroom. The doctor took off his suit and changed to his comfortable bathrobe. He looks more like of a retired businessman than a doctor. Dyanne's plan is to place the body at the living room. This way, it will be less personal. As she clears her head from the doubts of this mission, she starts her breathing cycle.


Thud. The first round ripped through the glass panel and through the doctor's torso. From her scope she could see the devastating impact as the backrest of the sofa where the doctor is seating disintegrates. That's Kreziavik's favorite sofa after a day's work. That's where they used to talk when she is taking the role of a personal bodyguard to the doctor. The sofa frame is made of stainless steel and is able to support the already mangled body of the doctor.


Dyanne chambered another round and Thud. This time, it was intended to fracture the skull and keeping the body from being recognized. Dyanne peeks through her scope again. The body was so disfigured that she can no longer tell its orientation from the sofa. Dyanne wrapped up and left the perch.



Two hours later, Dyanne is back at her flat trying to flush the images away with a pack of cracker and a can of soda. Another successful mission. Another bone in her skeleton closet. As she watches the busy streets down below, the idea still lingers inside her. What if it was the real Yurejim.


The sun is starting to set. She has no plan to report back to HQ yet. Maybe tomorrow. Besides, the body will be discovered by tomorrow once the housekeeper comes in to take out the trash. Dyanne decides to unwind at the nearby bar just two blocks from her flat. There, they serve her favorite baby back ribs. She likes it so much she promised to herself that she will kill whoever will fire the chef. If she will be lucky tonight, maybe she can have a few bottles of beer with another stranger, have a chat before retiring for the day.


But first, its time for a warm shower...





The persons, events and places depicted in this story are purely fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead and events that happened in the past are merely coincidental.

[mio]

Idola! Nice one sir.

[anaknitatay]

may pag ka rated pg man diay ni--- lol!

[Tamblot]

Pwede fairytales, pwede children stories, pwede pud fiction, love story, horror, action, drama, etc. depende sa imong toy character.
Ang akoa, plan to make this as a story series. Naa episodes.

[Tamblot]

Accounts has been settled. The payment for the last sweep mission has already been transferred by Hayoo Industries to Dyanne's account. Ibs may still be at the cage rearranging the racks. If Ibs is not experimenting on optimization of her gears, the 68 years old Ibs spends his time tweaking stuff and sharpening his blades. For years of being partners, Ibs has been a big help in the success of the missions. His expertise as a mechanic and proficiency in hardwares makes him her perfect sidekick. But for Dyanne, he is a stone-age and old school guy.

Time to add another toy in the collection. Dyanne reached out for her phone and key in the numbers then switches to handsfree. Three rings and the call was picked up. She sits by the window as she waits for the other end of the line to answer. Silence. Dyanne can only hear giggles and female voices whispering in the background.


"Stone," Dyanne reluctantly uttered, "I think you're occupied right now. When you're done, call me -"

"No, no, no. Don't hang up. It's fine." Stone interrupted before Dyanne can end the call. Giggles again in the background. "It's good to hear from you again, madame."

"Sure you have time to talk now?" She smiles knowing she may have disrupted whatever Stone is into right now.

"Give me a minute." Stone grunted.

"You have 10 seconds." Dyanne replied. Her eyes wander around the room as she lays on the sofa. Jansen Waine. That hairless maniac who runs weapons and hardware trade. Everyone in the black market calls him Stone. Jansen's worldwide and reliable connections makes him Dyanne's top choice. From Chinese copy to military grade to customized and prototype weapons, Jansen can produce it for her fast.

"Okay, how can I be of service to the ever charming but deadly lady?" Stone's voice sounds relaxed now.

"I need a horse." Dyanne stared out of the window. Few minutes more and its rush hours again.


"You need a what?!" Stone paused in surprise. "Okay. You want the muscled or the sexy horse?"

"I prefer the second one." Dyanne smiled again. "And remember that big bald Gary you introduced to me last time? I like him. Take him in as well." She is referring to the RPG-7 that she wants to add to her toys. Their conversation is being done in an unsecured line and the authorities may be monitoring it. Stone is aware of this as well so they talk casually.

"Copy that. I'll tell big bald Gary when he comes back. As for the horse, the carriage can only carry 14 handsome gentlemen. I hope they will enjoy the ride." 14 gentlemen means 14 days to delivery.

Dyanne nodded. "They will just be fine. See you Stone."

Dyanne hangs up, grabs a can of soda and heads towards the stairs down to the cage. She found Ibs arranging the racks.

"What's this mess all about?" Dyanne greeted Ibs while the man is busy working on stuff.

"Get lost, girl. I'm not buying." Ibs replied without turning his head. "I'm almost done here. The racks look boring so I decided to give it a new look."

"Looking good indeed." Dyanne agreed.


"I know you won't go away until you get a candy." Ibs sighs as he stood. "Now look, I am thinking that maybe I could interest you in something that is non-explosive."


He handed over the unfinished bow to Dyanne. "Very silencioso."


Dyanne smiled. "This reminds me of Abigail Whistler." She grabbed the bow impressed. "Remember the movie Blade Trinity?"


"Not too fast, lady." Ibs scolded Dyanne. "She is still my chica in the making and you can have her when she is done. So put her back to the rack."

Dyanne willingly complied.


"Now, go and come back here when the sun is down." Ibs pointed her towards the door. "Go, or you wont get another candy for today."

Dyanne walked out of the cage. It's just 5:00 in the afternoon and she can still take a massage and spa and come back for Ibs to have dinner.

Two hours after, she is back.

"Looking fresh and hmmm.." Ibs complemented the lady. "Smells good too!"

"Behave Ibs, or I will ground you." Dyanne scolded back. "So, show me what you got."

"Hija, when will you have taste for other clothes colors aside from black?" Ibs pointed out with a sarcastic smile. "I can see that you have thousands of that pair in your closet."

Dyanne stared back at him and replied. "Ibs, it surprised me that you also shows interest in fashion. All I know is you love nothing but green jumpsuits. Now, back to business."

"Okay. I recently made contact with some boys from good old days back home and they gave me this." He showed Dyanne a light stick. "They call this the serpent's eyes."


"Why am I not surprised, Ibs?" She asked.


"Do I look like an old man to you? Yeah. What I mean is, don't be deceived by its looks. This can burn for 72 hours." Ibs replied. "Lights off please."

Dyanne reached out for the switch and the room turns dark.

"Now break the stick and watch" He ordered.

The stick is made up of two tubes. One inside the other. After bending the tube, the inner tube breaks and the fluids mix. The tube then emits a continuous green glow.


"show is over, ladies and gentlemen." Ibs announced as he switch the lights back on. "So where will you treat me for dinner?"

"I know a place who serves nice dinner." Dyanne replied with a smile.

"Hija, tell me its not your baby back ribs again." He complained.

"I'm paying Ibs, so shut up." Dyanne smiled as she switched off the lights and close the door behind them.




The persons, events and places depicted in this story are purely fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead and events that happened in the past are merely coincidental.

[Tamblot]

TOKTOK: Maayong adlaw mga higala ug mga fans diha nga nagbasa sa atong programa nga Papi Tok. Kini ang inyo kaistorya, Toktok. Live ta ron sa payag ni tamblot, unya ato makauban ang mga cast sa Dyanne Faithful.


BEBANG: Bai Tok, ato sa ipaila ila ang atong mga gess.
TOKTOK: Bitaw. Kini silang duha inyo una nabasahan sa first two stories sa Dyanne Faithful. Welcome Dyanne. Welcome Ibs.
DYANNE: Hello. Ako si Dyanne. Dee na lang para sayon.
IBS: Ako si Ybrahim. Ibs na lang. Sidekick ko ni Dee sa DF nga story series.


TOKTOK: Una sa ta kay Dee. Day, taga asa jud ka.
DYANNE: Proud to be a Cebuana. 100% walay sagol. Naa mi balay diha sa Talamban.
TOKTOK: Nya, ikaw bai Ibs?
IBS: Ako? Ah, taga Iloilo ko ya. Taga Jaro to be spesipik.
TOKTOK: Abot man lagi ka diri sa Cebu.
IBS: Akon mga barkada sang college ari naman di tanan sa Cebu. Nag apas lang ko di kay hambal nila damo kuno di gwapa.
TOKTOK: Nya, asa man ka ga stay diri sa Cebu?
IBS: Ga bord ko da sa may Pardo ah. Lapit sa may simbahan.


TOKTOK: Ok. Balik ta sa Dyanne Faithful. Ngano Dyanne Faithful ang title aning story series?
DYANNE: Ambot oi. he he he. Basta paghatag sa amo ni derek Tamblot sa skrip, Dyanne na ako pangalan. Ikaw Ibs, kahibaw ka ngano ingon ana ang title?
IBS: Daw wala gid ko kabalo ah. Aktwali, gin reper lang ko sang akon migo kay derek tamblot. may odisyon kuno para sa story series.
TOKTOK: Nya, pwede ninyo ma explen sa ato mga pans kung unsa ang inyo rol.
DYANNE: Ako kay freelance nga assassin. Sa bisaya, tirador. he he he.
TOKTOK: Aguy! Ha ha ha. Kakuyaw.
DYANNE: Nya ako primary client ang Hayoo Industries. Sila ang ako sugar daddy.
TOKTOK: Ikaw bai Ibs.
IBS: Ako ang mekaniko ni Dee. Tagakay o sang iya mga guba nga pusil. Kag ang da bes, iya punching bag sa training.


TOKTOK: Ok. Last question bepor ta mag open porom sa ato mga katropa. Unsa inyo masulti kay derek tamblot?
DYANNE: Ha ha ha. Lisod lisod na nga pangutana da. Mawagtangan ta kontrata ani.
IBS: He he he. Gani man. Kon mabasa ni ni derek tamblot, dako tsansa ta madeport balik sa Iloilo.
TOKTOK: Ay problemaha na. Pwede mo maka joyn sa amo program. ha ha ha
DYANNE: Ha ha ha. Illegal recruitment na bai Tok. Ahmm. Si derek tamblot...ha ha ha. Wala mi ghatagan ug tarong nga lingkoranan.
TOKTOK: Ay, ngano man?
DYANNE: Kay sa tibook adlaw, kon wala shooting magbarog lang man mi tanan. Ha ha ha. Pero naa ko nadungog nga magpuno daw ug props si derek tamblot para sa sunod nga mga stories. Mayta naa na mi lingkoranan.
IBS: Gani man. Madugangan ang barikos ni Dee sa paa sige tindog bilog nga adlaw. Mayo lang gani pirmi pa sya naka cargo sa story. Hulata nyo nga mag bikini nlang sya kay makit an ninyo nga daw mga lago kadlagko iya barikos sa paa. ha ha ha.
DYANNE: Bastos! ha ha ha.


TOKTOK: Ok. wan kwestyon gikan sa tropa. Badong, ikaw una.
BADONG: Para ni kay Dee. he he. Pwede ko nimo ma add sa imo pisbok?
DYANNE: Ha ha ha. Sige, Hatag nya sa akoa imo pisbok akawnt.


TOKTOK: Ako pud! he he he. Bebang...
BEBANG: Para ni kay Ibs. Teks gikan sa ato readers. Naa na daw ka uyab?
IBS: Ha ha ha. No comment.


TOKTOK: Tagoy, ikaw na.
TAGOY: Bisag kinsa pwede mutubag ani. pila inyo sweldo? Nya unsa mo, project-basis?
DYANNE: Sweldo? Ahmm... Minimum ra oi pero kompleto, naay SSS, pilhelt, pag ibig. Probi pa mi tanan kay bag o pa lang man ang story series.
IBS: Tapos naghambal to si derek tamblot pagpirma namon sang kontrata nga may ara kuno terten mant pey ug krismas bonus.


TOKTOK: Last, si Chipee.
CHIPEE: He he he. Naa pa bakante? Pwede mu apil?
DYANNE: Ha ha ha. Pangutana kay derek tamblot. Murag naa pa man tingali.
IBS: Kada sabado sang hapon, may odisyon. Kadto lang kamo di sa payag tapos palista. Pasa lang mo inyo resyumi, transkrep, kag tobayto nga pektyur. Tapos teksan lang kamo sang HR.

TOKTOK: Kutob ra sa ta diri. More cast sa Dyanne Faithful neks taym. Bepor ta mag sayn op, grop pektyur sa para naa mapost sa pisbok...

[ryanrocks]

wow.. i hope i can contribute

[Tamblot]

30 minutes. Dyanne maintains her pace as she crossed another block. She used to pass by this area when she trains for stamina. She'd been jogging for 2 hours now. The place is just 5 clicks from her flat. A quiet place just outside the city limits. No busy streets. No rush hours. Just a simple community with small stores here and there and most of the structures are detached single storey houses. The nice thing about here is they have a bike and jogging lane on each side of the road. Lined up with trees and shrubs, it gives her some feeling of escape from the urban jungle.

She is heading to an abandoned four storey building at the far end of this community. The city mayor planned to convert this into industrial zone years ago. Companies started to build warehouses and commercial structures but business didn't thrive here so they were forced to move closer to the city.

As she nears the area, she notice the decrease in cars and people around. It's just three in the afternoon but the place has already an eerie feeling. Like its a ghost town. It will be if not for the homeless who made this place as their temporary shelter. Though not completely monitored by city police, this place is clean. No gangs. No drugs. No crime.

Dyanne is now standing at the entrance of the building. The first two floors were intended for commercial spaces, boutiques and stores. The third floor and roof top were parking areas for building tenants. She heads for the rooftop. As she reaches the location, she called Ibs.



"Ibs, I'm in."

"Roger that. Place is clear. Nothing significant in the last 4 hours." Ib's was in another building right across the street serving as an overwatch. "And by the way, you looks nice in your outfit. Very Physical."

Dyanne wants to review again the exit options from the rooftop. She and Stone will meet in this place for the trade they agreed the last time. In case Stone wants some show, she will be giving her an exciting one. After going through the plan, she walks out of the building and jog back a block away where she came across a little boy playing with a ball outside their yard. She had a talk with the boy to keep him off the streets until the mom arrived minutes later.

Stone called in the trade. He is already in location.

"You won't believe what I'm seeing here, Dee!" Ibs confirmed Stone is in location with the hardware. "But i wont spoil your excitement. Go and see for yourself."

"Ibs, any clowns around?" Dyanne asked.

"Nothing. He came in clean. Just be cautious of the small toys he may be carrying." Ibs cant get his attention off the package.



"You are late. Again." Stone sounds exasperated.

"Patience amigo. You sound like we just know each other yesterday." Dyanne tried to calm him down.

"Being punctual in any business engagements is critical to a long and healthy relationship." Stone barked back.



"Sorry, buddy. I can only run as fast as my feet can go." Dyanne appologized. "So, this is what you got."

Stone walked her through a red Ducati Desmosedici GP11.

"799cc, V4 four-stroke liquid cooled engine capable of delivering more than 200 horsepower." Stone boasts. "How fast can you go, Dee? Because this horse can run up to 192 miles per hour."

"You boast this 2011 bike? Oh, come on Stone. This is jurrasic!" Dyanne laughed. "And how did you persuade that kid from Kentucky to allow you to sell one of his bike collection? I heard he is still into motoGP."

Stone shrugged.



"So what makes this horse interesting Stone?" Dyanne curiously inspects the bike. "Dont tell me this is the exact horse Nicky was riding years ago."

"That's what I like in you, Dee. You have a very good attention to details. "He is no longer Nicky's horse 69. Call him Stallion 11."

"Stallion 11? Not too sexy for a name."

"You can baptize him with the name you want later." Stone starts his sales talk. "Now this is where I am good at. First, the engine is optimized. Let say its running green. Same power. Same speed. Half the fuel consumption. Pretty cool, huh? Second, all the electronics are modified and now he is equipped with the best positioning system there is in the black market. So, your guy...what's his name again?"

"Ibs" Dyanne smiled.

"Oh, yes. He can now track you from home while you navigate yourself around the busy streets of the city." Stone tries to slow down with his words. " Not only that, Ibs gets the realtime stats of the horse. Heartbeat. Calories burned. Blood pressure. Are you following me, lady?"

"Do you allow interested customers to ride your Stallion 11 before the payment?" Dyanne asked.

"No I don't." Stone smiled. "Of course, it depends on who the customer is."



Dyanne mounted the bike to get the first feel.

"You know Stone, I'm not sure if I'll gonna like this." Dyanne called in Ibs. "I think I'll let that monkey assess the horse."

Dyanne is referring to Ibs. Stone started the engine. Dyanne speeds towards the parking exit and off she went.

"You scratch him. You buy him!" Stone shouted to be heard in the drowning noise of the bike's accelerating engine.

Few minutes later, Dyanne and Ibs came back to the rooftop with the bike.

"That's what I thought." Stone exclaimed as Dyanne and Ibs reparked the bike. "I modified the suspension to automatically adjust with the load. He can still run with two horsemen on no problem."

Ibs starts his pre-assessment of the bike.

"Now lady, should we continue with my sales speech?" Stone summoned Dyanne. "Comes as a package are these two helmets."



"The bike is jurrasic. Now the helmets look crap." Dyanne chuckled. "Not bad though for a freebee."

"Can you at least pretend you appreciate my stuff?" Stone complained. "These are not just any ordinary helmet. It comes with HUD. Heads Up Display as what they called it. Horse stats right in front of you inside this. Comms. The two helmets and the bike communicate through a secured channel."

"Now you're getting my attention." Dyanne sounds amazed.

"Sure you are." Stone continued. "Each helmet can be set either as a driver or a navigator. Driver gets the horse stats and bike nav control. Navigator gets the routes map, payload info -"

"You said payload?" Dyanne interrupted.

"He is civilian bike no more." Stone laughed. "You can get nasty with this stallion. 7.63x25mm at 700 rounds per minute with a press of a button. Satisfied? Now, here is the first punchline. The helmet has voice command."

"Like sayin, 'Bike, go buy me some shawarma.'" Dyanne laughed.

"So when you and Ibs are busy with other 'stuff', you can just give voice commands and the bike complies."

"So what happens if I say, 'bike, jump off the next bridge'" Ibs butted in.

"To the next bridge, off you go." Stone reply has a tone of disappointment. "but right in time for second punchline. Stallion 11 comes with autopilot."

"Nice feature for an accident waiting to happen." Dyanne sounded more hesitant than convinced.

"Same technology used by military in their UAVs. Trust me, autopilot will be your best option when you need to shake off some cops off your tail." Stone boasts.

"Okay Stone. Consider it sold." Dyanne is finally convinced. "But if this is a crap, I'll strap your ass on that and let it run in autopilot."

"You know lady, sometimes you talk scary." Stone looks relieved. "When did I let you down?"

Stone handed over the keys.



"You gonna be kiddin me. Are you telling me this state of the art stallion 11 still starts with a key?" Dyanne looked surprised.

"As expected." Stone laughs. "Just a token of appreciation, Dee. Besides, when all electronics fail, a mechanical key will still keep your horse running. Agree?"

"Bring him home, Ibs and ripped him apart." Dyanne instructed with authority.

"Wait, wait, wait! Ripped him apart?" Stone stuttered. "You can't do that?"

"Transaction closed. You'll get paid Stone. So what's your worry?" Dyanne assured the man. "Besides, its better safe than sorry."

"Well, you already know that warranty is void the time you remove the first bolt out from it." Stone looks sorry.



Dyanne also wanted the system tested before the final payment. Helmet, autopilot as well as the weapons system. Ibs will be the man for the job. Besides this is his expertise.



Ibs speeds off the parking area leaving behind Dyanne and Stone soaked in smoke.

"I thought you said that it runs green." She sounds with some sarcasm. "You will receive the full amount through bank transfer in the next 24 hours."

"Thank you very much!"

"Not too fast, old man! Big bald Gary has not arrived yet so I wont be paying for that."

"Sounds fair, lady. But big bad Gary will come knocking at your door tomorrow."

"Before we go our separate ways Stone, I want you to do something for me." Dyanne hands over the cash.

"Whoah!! That's too much for a 'to do something'" Stone exclaimed.

"I want you to trace for me any chatter about the doc. I know you have a good connection in the black market. I need to know when doc's name gets a hit." Dyanne is referring to Dr. Yurejim Kreziavik.



"Copy that, ma'am." Stone grabbed the cash and walked away.

Dyanne heads towards the fire exit and disappears.


The persons, events and places depicted in this story are purely fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead and events that happened in the past are merely coincidental.

[Khug Moo Hoon]

Wow, ka-cool gud ani imong gihimo, bai! mura mn ug movie jud. great work!