Spiff guarded the display case, waiting to capture his prey.  The clock struck midnight, and chattering resumed.  Ready to attack, Spiff leaped up.  With smirks plastered on their faces, the female dolls paraded over to Buckwheat.  Buckwheat’s body stiffened, scared to move.  The females slithered toward him with seductive movements, adding pleasing tones to their conversations. 

     “We would like to apologize for treating you so harshly,” Chelsea said.    

     “Yes, we’re s...