Ira Quimby was not a happy man. His yard sale months ago had been a horrible flop thanks to two meddling kids, he'd lacked the funds to nomrally do the experiments that normally allowed for his exposure to Zeta beams to ensure his intelligence, and now he's reading a piece of paper that just makes him feel all the more humiliated: a red eviction ( Read more... )

A line can be seen coming out of the toy store. "The lines go around the block." Inside, the crowd is barely restraining themselves from mob rule, as people grab from the shelves. "Inside the toy store, people are going crazy. It looks like these furry little cubes are all anyone wants ( Read more... )