At first I thought he was just sleeping, but as I got closer it appeared something wasn’t right.

At first glance I assumed my buddy here had a little too much to drink, but then why the Magna Doodle? Something was amuck. So I scanned the area for signs of a struggle.

Best I can tell. There was a fight, my friend here was bludgeon with a high end Magna Doodle. Once the perpetrator realized what he/she had done there was a frantic attempt for resuscitation which unfortunately failed and left my friend here in a quiet coma.

If you have any idea or knowledge of what may have occurred here please respond below in the comments section. We want to bring a renewed sense of peace to our home and any help is appreciated.

[NOTE] Under the banner of the obvious, I felt compelled to add a disclaimer on the above post. The story is fictional and is meant to bring humor to my son’s current inability to return his toys to his toy box when he is done playing with them.