Alamo the Korean Armadillo
Alamo the Korean armadillo meandered lazily through the toy factory, taking in all the different sights. 'What an exciting place,' he thought, 'There's bound to be something to do around here.' Alamo quickly decided to go explore and headed for a stack of boxes which towered above him. Upon reaching the base of the pile, he tried to whistle in appreciation of its size. However, armadillos can't whistle and it came out sounding more like a sort of strange, squealing battle cry. Alamo looked around the room in surprise at the strange sound before shrugging and looking back towards the mountain of boxes. He gazed up it, wondering what could possibly be at the top. Then he got an idea! An awful idea! He got a wonderful, awful idea! "I know!" he declared to the air around him, "I'll climb to the top and see what's up there!" So, with some effort, the little armadillo made his way up the mound of cartons.
After what seemed like hours Alamo finally pushed himself on top of the last box. He paused a moment to catch his breath before noticing a strange cube before him. He cocked his head to the side, examining the neat, bubbly characters printed on each brightly colored side of the cube and finally turned his attention to the strange stick protruding from one surface. He gave it an experimental nudge. Nothing happened. He gave it another and still nothing. He gave it one more.
Alamo nearly fell off the edge of the box in shock. Looking back at the cube he noticed that the top had opened and that a little man wearing a funny hat was standing up in it. "What are you?" he asked, filled with amazement.
"What do you think I am?" the little man asked back.
The little armadillo thought hard for a moment before replying. "A sort of a… kind of a… thingamajigger?"
The little man gave him a look before rolling his eyes. "I'm Jack."
"I'm Alamo!" the armadillo cried exuberantly.
Jack raised a painted eyebrow at the other's enthusiasm. "What brings you here?"
"I'm exploring," was the reply. "Do you know any neat places to go?"
Jack tapped a finger against his chin in thought. "Well, there's the reject bin."
Alamo's eyes lit up. "Where is it?"
"All you have to do," the little man replied, "is jump into that bin down there."
The armadillo gazed in the direction that Jack had gestured to. Near the base of one edge of the box tower was a dark little tub covered with a number of crumpled sheets. It was a long way down, but Alamo was determined to go. He took a deep breath and plunged into the tub below.
"I'll remember you, Alamo!" Jack cried in the rapidly growing distance.
Suddenly Alamo landed. Looking around in a daze, he notice a pair of furry brown legs in his line of vision. His eyes followed them upwards until he found that they belonged to a giant, one-eyed teddy bear. He stared at it in confusion.
"I am the Abominable Teddy Bear," it replied, "I speak for the rejects for some have no mouths. What business do you have here?"
The armadillo paused a moment before answering. "I just wanted to see what interesting things are around."
The Abominable Teddy Bear eyed him critically for a moment before turning around and motioning that he should follow. Together the two of them walked through dark, fabric corridors, the bear bumping into walls and cursing his awful depth perception all the way.
Finally the two reached some sort of large chamber which contained a large number of deformed toys. In one corner stood a one-legged tin soldier. Leaning against a wall was a headless horse action-figure. As Alamo continued his survey of the room's occupants, the teddy bear gave a bald Barbie a quick nod. The lights dimmed, and before the armadillo's eyes, the entire company of rejects flew into a lovely Irish Folk Dance. He watched with great awe. That awe, however, quickly turned into boredom. However cool it may have been in the beginning, the same routine repeated forever on end soon lost its charm. Despite this, the rejects showed no signs of stopping. As he settled himself down for a long performance he couldn't help but think that he had done enough exploring for a while.