A few weeks ago, tbV and our two housemates Aaron and Sarah went for a meal and games-playing evening [yes, Settlers of Catan] to our friends from church, Mike and Leah.
Aaron and Mike have at least one thing in common in that they both work in what must be one of the best jobs in the world – teaching young children engineering concepts through Lego [or Legos if you’re Americanese!].
So before we went to visit we came up with a plan to legonap some of Mike’s lego people and hold them hostage for a bit of fun.
Sadly, when we got to their house his Lego men were all safely hidden away and so our plan seemed thwarted.
Until i had to make a restroom call and met these friendly creatures:
The wedding ducks were perched on the top of the Smiths toilet and so i secretly pocketed them and let the others know as we drove home that the mission had not been completely compromised.
We then got to work with TYPING [of course] a ransom letter and taking pics of their ducks being guarded by Aaron’s Ninja Lego men:
Sent it to them. Great laugh. And you’d think the story would end there, right?
Well it was until Val and Aaron and i went to play games at our friend Bruce’s house. Great evening of games, amazing snacks, and good company and all going relatively routinely, until i happened to need the bathroom and when i went i happened to spot these guys [as part of a larger group of five on a rack in the shower]:
Pretty familiar-looking right… that is until you see this other picture taken with my phone for scale appreciation:
Wait, What? Did i step into Inception here? No you did not. Turns out Bruce and his family have a set of 5 ducks, including two very similiar wedding ducks, but of the little tiny baby duck-sized variety…
So naturally i pocketed them [for a guy big on honesty, i don’t seem to have too many qualms for stealing it seems…] and took them home and we came up with plan B.
Which involved another coincidental dinner party at Mike and Leah’s where i left the two tiny wedded ducks on their toilet…
And then another regular games night at Bruce’s where i ‘SNUCK’ the two giant ducks into the throng:
I’m not sure if the moral to this story is ‘Don’t invite Brett and Val to your house for games’ or maybe just that you should look a little better after your toys and play companions when you do.
All i am suggesting is that life is too short not to ‘kidnap a set of plastic ducks from your friends while playing board games at their house and creating a ransom note from letters cut from magazines and typing the envelope address and then kidnapping a different set of smaller ducks from your other friend’s house while playing board games and switching both sets of ducks and replacing them at the opposite plastic duck house’… or something…
Do you have any similiar stories involving friends’ figurines, stuffed animals or works of art? i would love to hear them…