Michael's toys did not know what to make of the new figures. They were quivering with fear, and lacked any of the cuteness of the others.
"We're surrounded, what can we do… d-d-d-do you want us to play a song?" stuttered Ryan.
"Ooh, you can sing eh… give us some acca dacca!" begged diesel in his gruff accent.
"What's ack-er, dack-er. Umm… this one's called Photograph..."