This fanfiction is dedicated the KHFG-ians and the potato challenge! For all ages and it reminds me of the Rugrats a bit...

When Potatoes Attack!

Kai's P.O.V

I'm three years old today and all these grown ups are giving me gifts! Yay! I get plenty of cute teddies to cuddle and some are dreaded clothes I'll have to wear since Wilfred dresses me all fancy and stuff all the time. I'm now wearing this yellow top with what these grown-ups call a bow tie choking me; I once heard it was to keep their heads from falling off and I hope my head doesn't fall off from wearing this thing.

So now I'm playing quietly with my cute bunnies and cats, ignoring the grown-ups chattering away and I look up at my grandpa who gives me another gift. I smile, considering he's always so nasty to me and open his gift. I was surprised to see a toy! I was so happy, I tore open the box and the plastic pieces of a Mr. Potato-head tumbled out onto the floor. I enjoyed putting the spud in different fashion, firstly putting it the right way then putting his feet on his head with his eyes where his mouth should be and making it a complete clown. I was amused and stared at my artwork for a moment till I heard a noise.

"Is it my turn now?"

I looked around myself, trying to see who was talking. The grown-ups were giving the potato a suspicious look and when I turned back, the potato was putting itself back together into decency. I gapped at it, unsure if I should touch it. Courageously I poked the potato and it fell over. I laughed at it as it struggled to get back up, small feet wiggling in the air.

"Be nice to it now Kai," Voltaire said to me sternly. I didn't want to make him mad so I picked it up and set it on his feet. The toy dusted itself off and glared at me angrily. I just stared then suddenly it plucked out one of my hairs. It pinched and I began to cry, wailing for someone to save me from this hair plucking potato!

"You don't come apart so easily…" the potato said and began plucking more hair. I began to scream loudly but still no one came to sooth me. Having waited enough, five hairs been plucked one at a time, I punched the thing back. It fell to pieces and I stopped crying, suddenly proud I could easily just get rid of the thing. I looked up at my dad who smiled and I felt proud of myself for defeating the evil Mr. Potato-head.

Suddenly the toy began to put itself together again. I was ready to break him once he was ready but the toy wasn't so small anymore, it was growing…

It was a few feet bigger than me now, half the size of an adult and went to grab me.

I quickly got up on my unstable feet and made a run, trying not to trip with the stupid dress shoes on. The toy kept running after me and I quickly went to hide behind my dad. I gripped onto his pant-leg and I could hear a smash. I was glad that someone decided to kill the evil toy and grandpa was scolded for bringing in a prototype…whatever that is, but now I can never look at a potato again, except if it's mooshed up to eat anyways.

End

Hope you liked that short story. Very kiddy but sweet! XD Review!