Calvin was up in his room playing with cars.

...But little did the family know that their new minivan was actually just a container for an atomic bomb! As they drive round a bend the bomb suddenly detonates. A massive release of energy! Debris! Carnage! Everyone within the city totally decimated! Even the surrounding villages suffer from the effects of the nuclear weapon. Fabric fuses to skin, the villagers' skin falling off their faces, mutation everywhere! Over in the-

"Calvin! I've got a snack for you!" Calvin's mom yelled up the stairs.

Calvin scowled. Bother. It was just getting to the good part. He picked himself up off the floor and made his way downstairs. He sat down at the table. It was Graham crackers and milk. His mother started talking to him.

"Calvin, do you remember your great aunt Margret?"

Calvin looked up.

"Which one was she? Wait, was she the one who's oven caught fire?"

Calvin's mother pursed her lips at the memory of exactly how the oven had caught fire. Of course it had to do with one of Calvin's visits.

"No, that was Aunt Millie. Do you remember Aunt Margret? The one who lived in Pennsylvania?"

Calvin raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"Pennsylvania? Where's that? Near Eraserville?"

Calvin's mom roller her eyes.

"No Calvin, it's near West Virginia. We went to her house once, but you were pretty little. Do you remember? She made us cookies."

Calvin considered this.

"What kind of cookies were they?"

Calvin's mom sighed and gave up.

"I don't remember Calvin, it was a while ago. Anyway, she passed away recently, and there was some stuff she'd like you to have."

Calvin perked up at this. Some stuff? For him? This set his imagination off. Just think. A million dollars, a car, a remote controlled rocket ship... The possibilities went on and on.

"She left a note too." continued his mother. She brought a medium sized box up onto the table.

Calvin's spirits fell slightly. Probably not a car, then.

"It says: Dear Calvin. I would like to give these to you, seeing as you are my only young relative. I know that not all of these things will be interesting to you, but I hope that you be be able to use some of them as best you can. Love, your Great Aunt Margret."

The disclaimer further weakened his expectations, but Calvin still reached eagerly for the box. He pulled off the tape and opened the lid. There was a bit of paper covering the top and then...

"A doll?! What sort of cheap trick is this?"

Hey guys, thanks for reading! Reviewing would be totally appreciated, even if it's just to tell me how weird my ideas are. Also, if there's any suggestions you'd like to make as to what happens, that's fine. Just be forewarned that there's the possibility that I'll totally ignore them. So no guarantees. This is an idea I've had for a really long time; probably since I first started reading C+H and I was like, seven or something (yes, I was even devising weird fanfictions back then). I hope it turns out well, and I hope you enjoy! Reviews = Happiness 3