In the mass toy-palooza that was Christmas, the Gremlin overlooked one very small, but very important thing: Uncle Zach’s Target mini-Lego set.
When he pulled it out early this week, he re-assembled the Target dog (one of the 3 options), and then decided his favorite option of the set was to build a polar bear, and have him be halfway through building the snowman (the other 2 options).
It was during clean-up time when he was done with this that he found the box had a nifty trick to it.
“Daddy, what’s this?”
“It looks like a gift ca….uh-I don’ t know buddy. Let me see it.”
This ultimately led to several hours of looking through the Lego magazine and comparing prices and quantities to determine what the Gremlin could afford with his newfound wealth. Just when the Mother of the Gremlin and I didn’t think we could take another minute of comparing weapons between Cole and Jay, we turned the page to find the bad guys, or – even worse – Dinosaur or Star Wars Legos (“Can I get a Star Wars guy and a Ninja set? What if I got this set and this set? Or I could get this set because this weapon is cooler, but I like this guy’s costume better, but this is the guy I wanted, so maybe I could get him too in the separate pack?”).
After an arduous time of deliberation, comparing weapons to weapons and sets to weapons, and guys to sets, and weapons to guys, and guys to weapons, and weapons to weapons, and sets to guys, and weapons to sets and weapons to guys, and everything else 50 times over, the Gremlin was pretty sure he knew what he wanted. He decided he was ready to go to Target and… actually look at them in real life.
The tension built throughout the trip. Due to previous experiences, the Gremlin now has to take his turn at shopping last. He sat patiently through the grocery shopping, and started to squirm during the shopping for the Pickle, and was about to burst when he was finally released to tear down the aisle, fly past the girls toys and skid to a halt to find…
The Lego aisle was completely cleaned out.
The Gremlin whirled around.
“They’re GONE!” The Mother of the Gremlin knew he was about to go into Full Meltdown and jumped in to calm him down.
“Well, let’s get someone who works here to look in the back for more.” The Gremlin considered this carefully and finally sniffed and nodded in agreement.
“How do you tell if someone works here?”
“They’ll be wearing a red shirt.” The Gremlin, armed with this information, marched off on his mission. He zeroed in on the first red shirt he saw and stormed up to the man.
“Hey! Mister! Why don’t you have any Legos?!”
“Umm, I don’t know – I think there should be some here….”
“No! The ones I want are gone!”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry – do something about it! Go look in the back!”
“I don’t think I can do that.”
“Yes you can, go back there and use your eyes!”
“I can’t go in the back, I don’t work here.”
“Then why are you wearing a red shirt?”
“Yeah, good point…”
The Gremlin turned to the MOTG, “we need to find someone who works at Target.”
Almost as soon as he said that, he spotted another person in a red shirt. He stormed up to the next man.
“Do you work at Target?”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, yeah, that’s what it says on my nametag.”
“Oh, that’s how you tell! Well, then, can you help me find something?”
“What do you need?”
“The Training Set.”
“Uh, okay, do you know where it is on the shelves?”
After a mildly entertaining ‘who’s on first’ routine about the location of the set, they finally made it over to the shelves and found the tag by the empty area pointing to the Lego Ninjago Training Outpost. Showing none in the back, they ordered one to the store, and the Gremlin got first crack at the new shipment.
And now paces around Target employees to find their badge.