Chariot of Carnage

A true star cannot simply walk—he needs wheels! In the shadow of the giant sofa, I spotted my prize: a forgotten, bright red toy monster truck. I leaped onto the roof, stomped my heavy boots against the plastic cab, and grabbed the oversized front bumper like a conqueror. With a savage shove, I sent us tearing across the slick wooden floorboard arena, plowing straight through a fortress of stacked wooden alphabet blocks! Wood clattered, wheels screeched, and victory echoed through my glorious, roaring laughter. The circus is finally mobile!