Little Tommy got a strange toy for christmas.

“I’m sorry son,” said Big Tommy (Tommy’s dad) but they were out of Tickle me Elmo’s. All they had was this. The box said ‘Tickle Me And Die, Ages 3 And up’. Tommy was reluctant to play with his new toy, shaped like a wolf with paws for hooks. He put it under his bed. He cleaned his room 10 years later as he got ready to move out.

“I remember this!” said Tommy as floods of nostaglia entered his head. He lifted the toy off the ground and blew the dust off. He tickled Wolfhook, and that was the last anybody had ever seen of medium Tommy.

Author’s Note: If you were to order tommy at Starbucks he wouldn’t be small, he’d be venti.