Squishy Competition

Calling me 'plastic kid' and claiming some plush version is better? No way. I marched straight to the far end of the sofa to see this supposed rival. Right nestled between two cushions was a floppy, oversized blue plush pillow with stitched eyes. Better than me? It couldn't even stand up! I shoved my hands against its soft fuzzy side, gave a fierce running leap, and belly-flopped right onto it. The whole thing squished down like a deflating pancake, sinking my plastic boots in deep. I scrambled up, planted my feet firmly on its puffy forehead, and struck a victory pose. Plush is just fluff—plastic is built to last.