They’d never guess.
He could hide here until he was ready to emerge, as could his cohorts, then they would band together and strike. Perfect.
It was a phase, a popular toy, each one an individual. Sold in their thousands, some now collectors items, they were everywhere. Even the spin offs could close ranks and take their place in history.
Now, some forty years later, they were ready.
Oh yeah. Chucky had nothing on them.
The Cabbage Patch dolls were metamorphosing and coming to life.
Written for Photo Challenge #293
Image courtesy raventhird