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NICK: Thoughts on the boots?
NIMMIE: Kinda Herman Munster-y, I’m not gonna lie.
NICK: They looked great on Fiyero.
FIYERO: Yeah, because they’re MINE!
BRUNO: G’on now! Git!
NICK: I don’t even need shoes really.
NIMMIE: Wiggle your toes; how do they fit?
NICK: …I’m not sure I can do that. Wow, weird; I haven’t thought about my toes in *decades*.
Okay, well, so, I gave in to the temptation that I’d been feeling ever since I got Fiyero, and:
FIYERO: ‘EY!
NICK: Hmm, not bad at all. The pants are short and the waist is too low, but the jacket suits me very well, I’d say.
FIYERO: Why?!??
BRUNO: Who’s this clown? Beat it, buddy; there *are* decency laws, y’know.
NICK: What do you think, Nimmie?
NIMMIE: Well, on *you* it looks good.
FIYERO: Why do you hate me??!??!??
It doesn’t exactly show in photos, but after 16 years of posing for toy photography (Dear Lord!), his silver “suit” has become very worn and yellowed, and is also pretty dang sticky (probably due to the faux-metal coating interacting with oils from my hands over the years, combined with being displayed on an open shelf in bedroom I liked to keep on the warm side). It’s gross. So I peeled the thing off of him (quite literally; it was sticky on the inside too, and stuck to his body! Again, gross!), and washed him with some dishwashing soap. That didn’t completely remove the sticky, so I gave him a twice-over with some alcohol wipes, being careful to avoid his head, hands, and feet, since they’re painted silver and I didn’t want to mess that up. (His torso, usually being covered by the suit, is unpainted plastic in a typical “caucasian Ken” flesh tone. Seeing Nick naked is weird!) Then a rinse-y wipe from a wet paper towel, and I let him air dry. (He said my IKEA dish-drying mat was very comfortable.) I’m not putting that silver suit back on him (though I did set it aside in a ziploc; perhaps I’ll rip the seams and trace the parts for clothes patterns someday?), but what to do now?
FIYERO: You’re a little…tacky. I mean, you’re not tacky-looking! (I’m sorry.) I mean you feel sticky to the touch. *removes his hand* Ew.
NICK: No offense taken; I know about it. My coating is beginning to tarnish. I need a re-do in the metal plating dip.
FIYERO: Sounds…fun?
NICK: It helps that I no longer have a sense of smell.
It's been ages since I took a photo of these two! ♥
(PS: She's not Dorothy. She's Nimmie Amee.)
BIRD: I'm the green bird of happiness!
NICK: I thought that was the blue bird of happiness?
BIRD: ...Are you some kind of RACIST?
NIMMIE: Nick, shush!
NICK: Urngh!
NIMMIE: Be careful.
NICK: Luckily, I have no muscles to pull.
MISS VIOLET: Let me introduce everbody. This is Daisy, Donald, Donald, Louie, Dewey, Daisy, Donald, Daisy, Scrooge McDuck, and...a freaky frog thing.
FREAKY FROG THING: ...
NIMMIE: Um...hello?
FREAKY FROG THING: ...
NIMMIE: Ugh!
NICK: I wonder what's in the envelope....
NIMMIE: Let's go to the bedroom and get those ducks settled in. Julia can handle all the Barbies later, heh.
NICK: Perch on my shoulder, it won't hurt.
GREEN BIRD OF HAPPINESS: Why thank you!
FROGGIE: ribbut.
Thanks SO MUCH for all the great stuff, Rita! You're the best! *hugs*
And a Happy New Year to everybody on Flickr!!!
*wumph*
NICK: There we go. Oup, my heart's crooked.
NIMMIE: LET'S OPEN IT LET'S OPEN IT LET'S OPEN IT!!!
NIMMIE: Aw.
NICK: I wish I could hug Rita back!
NICK: Well, if you head into Julia's room, she'll sort you all out. It's down the hall, first door on the left.
NIMMIE: It's the *only* door on the left.
NICK: Yes, you'll have no trouble finding it, then.
MISS VIOLET: Very well. Follow me, ducks!
DUCKS: Let's conga! Dun duh dun dun DUN DUN! Dun duh dun dun DUN DUN!
FREAKY FROG THING: ...
NICK: Oh, raccoons, I like raccoons!
NIMMIE: Hello, little froggie. My name's Nimmie.
FROGGIE: ribbut.
*ker-spill*
BOTH: SWEET POPPIES!!
A huge pile of McDonald's Barbie dolls! SWEET!!!
DUCKS: Dun duh dun dun DUN DUN! Dun duh...
NICK: I want to see what's in this envelope!
FROGGIE: ribbut.
NIMMIE: Oh, you want to wear the t-shirt? Okay, hang on.
FREAKY FROG THING: ...
NICK: I wonder what else is in here.... *dig dig dig, burrow burrow*
NIMMIE: Nick, be careful!
So one day, in the fall, I was working on my (typically agonizing) math homework, when my Dad came in carrying this HUGE package! And I mean HUGE--it almost went up to my waist!! (Keep in mind, though, that I'm very short.)
While I finished my homework with renewed enthusiasm, Nick and Nimmie nominated themselves to investigate the package.
NIMMIE: Ooh, it's from Rita! She's our Flickr Toyland Fairy Godmother...Person!
NICK: Oh, she sent us some painted aluminum trim coil! Wasn't that nice? ...Of course, aluminum's not as nice as TIN, but--
NIMMIE: Never mind that, let's open 'er up!
NIMMIE: My gracious! Look at all this great stuff! Vintage stamps, Thornton W. Burgess books, Dover stained glass window books! And then the Barbies, and the ducks, and--oh my!
NICK: Look, Nimmie, the baby Jesus!
NIMMIE: And old Christmas cards! Eee!
NICK: And there's still this box....
NIMMIE: I can't take anymore! It's too much!
FROGGIE: *smooch*
NICK: I'll just get this tape here and---