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The four boys drove down Thames Street in their Hot Wheels van. They would be hitting South Broadway in a matter of minutes and it worried them, seeing as they hadn’t spotted the house yet. Luckily, just as they were about to give up, the big pink house came into view. Rian parked the van and the boys ran up to the door. They were about to ring the doorbell when Polly Pocket whipped the door open and ran out, giggling, dragging Ken behind her.

“Uh oh,” Jack whistled. “Barbie’s going to be pissed when she finds out.”

The boys all shook their heads before entering the party. The sound of Barbie Girl by Aqua automatically filled their ears, causing them to scoff. Typical, conceited Barbie. Despite the bad choice of music, the boys decided to stay and squished through the crowd of dancing toys – not that it was that hard, considering their height and all – and went straight to the kitchen.

“It’s time to pop champagne!” Alex whooped, pulling a bottle out of the fridge.

They reentered the dance floor and did as they set out to do; really start the party. After all, a party isn’t a party without vinyl action figures.

For hours, the boys danced and flirted. They caught the eyes of a group of four Bratz dolls who were almost as scantily clad as the boys. The girls approached them and were very unsubtle about their intentions.

“Wanna get out of here?” one asked, winking.

“Well, uh…” Zack stalled. “You don’t exactly have feet.”

“And you don’t exactly have clothes.”

“Good point.”

With that, the boys left. It’s safe to say that they had quite the fun night.