Marion Fimple

"Let go after the girl's mom!" one of the countless Gwendies called. Cheers and comments on the woman filled the van, knowing that she was talking about Marion Fimple, Christy's mother. "Well, if we do go after her, we can get to the cute son, and our old "owner." Vasquez spoke but the words could not be heard pass her face with all the cheers of glee. Releasing another childish scream the leader doll conformed their target, "We will be splitting up in to three groups, a recon squad, a capture squad, and a back up squad for if the target tries to escape, or if there is another person with range of the operation, then they will act as another capturing squad." Vasquez looked over the crowd as her sister gets in formation.

Seeing that the recon team was equipped with communication devices, Vasquez gave the order to release the team onto their target it, along with another order, “When you are inside, radio back your method of entering,” she informed the team of 5 dolls, being answered with nods and giggles. “And when you locate our target, radio her location and stand guard for anyone else” she finished, watch the small group of dolls as they stood at attention and saluted her. “On your way then” she remarked before opening the back of the van.

With their leader's orders were finished, the doors opened, the first group ran out to the garage, first checking the broken window that the commandos used to enter. Seeing it repair and not knowing if it was enforced for repeat attacks, the squad of dolls rounded though the archway to the backyard. “Think we got something girls” one doll exclaimed, pointing out a loose cable that was dangling from the side of the house. With a wordless signal, one doll inched closer to it, making sure that their approach would go unnoticed from any humans around. Peeking around the corner, the doll gave the yard a slow scan, allowing her senors to analyze anything of interest. Only recording info about the wooden fence that separated the backyards of the Fimples and the Abernathys.

Seeing nothing else of note, the toy traced the path of the cable, watching as it lead to the roof of the house and into a small dish. But she grinned wide, seeing a ladder that was leaning against the house as well, most likely to help install the dish. “Call back the girls, we got a way in” she giggled, her eyes locked on a open window that the cable was hanging ion front of.

“Hi there” a similar voice radioed back to Vasquez in a chipper tone over the van’s radio. “Report” she barked back into the radio set up in the vehicle. "Entry point spotted, second story window through the assistance of a ladder. On standby waiting your orders" the doll on the other answered still in her happy tone of voice. “Proceed, our capturing group will be following behind you in 3 minutes.” “Roger that, over and out” the doll in the field said, Vasquez repeating her last two words.

"Okay, let's find ourselves some hotties and a Milf," one said, climbing up the ladder, shortly followed by her sister toys. Reaching the room, the dolls reasoned it was Christy’s room, some remembering their ill-fated fight within it, others noticing the purple paint and flower decorations hanging on the wall.

"Looks like she found a new type of to play with," one chuckled, pointing out a shoebox with a red bead sticking out as she got down from the window still. "Yea, and we can play with them and her when we turn her." another replied. The room then filled with valley girl laughter, and giggles. "Alright, girls, you know the drill. We check for the cute boy, the sexy bitch, and the Milf." a Gwendy on the Christy’s old display shelves said.