Operation Happy Meal

I shuffled right out to the sidewalk patio, totally locked on the golden arches. Target sighted on the low red bench: a glorious red Happy Meal box, big yellow handles up, completely defenseless! I rocked my bottom blocks, leaned my full square weight forward, and delivered a hefty corner-slam right into the cardboard flap. *Crunch!* Smashed the roof down flat like a crispy apple pie crust. Clean hit! Warm salty fry aroma all around, target squashed, and my corners feel thoroughly victorious. yum yum