Ribbons of lightening sliced through plum coloured clouds, thunder roared; the storm erupted during the night. Pelting rain drenched the billowing starched white curtains, their hems dripped on the wood floor creating amoeba shaped pools of moisture.
Emily, drunk with cookies, lay in slumber unaware of the open window.
The curly haired blonde with a porcelain face and a blue dress that matched her eyes, the dark haired doll in the red dress and white apron and the bodacious red haired doll in the gold evening gown danced and sang as they did every night.
Calling my girl, my girl, my girl, their frenzied mirth was interrupted by the Johnny Depp pirate doll, returning home from his buccaneer tasks, who grabbed the red haired doll, and they danced away.
He wore a T-shirt
which the brunette and blonde thought offensive. The doll in the evening gown appeared to float into his arms as if on cloud nine.
The blonde and the brown haired dolls ceased their gallivanting, glanced at the other two waltzing across Emily’s dresser engrossed in each other, and frowned.
The curly haired doll turned to her friend and suggested, “We could push him from his high shelf. That will get rid of him.”
“Barbie dolls are unbreakable. That won’t work,” retorted the brunette.
“Let’s lie down and rest while we figure out what to do. I’m sick and tired of only one boy doll in the collection and he will not dance with us,” she aimed her chin at the couple gliding around on the chest of drawers.
Golden hair next to brown hair the two dolls lay at the foot of Emily’s multi-coloured patch-work quilt and discussed their options. Emily mumbled something about cookies in her sleep but did not awake. The sounds of the storm abated, the smell of chocolate lingered and the sound of giggling across the room tinkled like a bell.
“What kind of pirate giggled?” The blonde asked.
The brunette just shook her head.
“Maybe we can ask the cat to steal him,” wondered one.
“Maybe the dog can bury him in the garden next to the pink roses,” pondered the other. Blue eyes peered at brown eyes in despair.
The doll in the red dress with the apron said, “I have a better idea. There is only one boy doll. He interferes with our dancing and will dance only with her,” she looked meaningfully at the waltzing pair. “Maybe we could convince Emily to buy more boy dolls. Then we would all have our very own boy-toy, she coquettishly smoothed her hands down the front of her apron.
The blonde’s blue eyes rounded. “I could get a GI Joe for me. He’s cute and he could beat up that pirate, ” she played with the bow at her waist.
“Yeah he could really do harm to that pirate and he’s cuter.” The brown eyed haired doll squealed. “I could get me an Iron Man. He would beat both of them up.”
The girl in the blue dress pinched her brows in concern. “Iron Man would be awesome but he doesn’t seem very warm and cuddly.”
“Ah,” said the brown eyed girl. “Underneath all that metal he resembles Robert Downy Jr. and I think he is wonderful;” she swooned.
Feeling the first rays of the new day the yellow haired doll roused herself from her thoughts, poked the dark haired doll gesturing to the window, then hollered to the pirate to go to his place and stand on the top shelf. His dancing partner followed. The two scheming dolls climbed up, their plans on hold for another night.
Emily would wake soon and would look for her dolls.
Blogophilia Week 25.6 – Prepare to Be Boarded…
(Hard, 2 pts): Use a lyric from any Temptations song
(Easy, 1 pt): Mention a weather condition