FELGER’S FURNISHED FARMHOUSE

 

Jackdoll eyed the gaping rent in the wall of the cardboard box he and Dannydoll shared.

 

He was right in the middle of getting down and very dirty with his dolly archaeologist when his little highly polished booted feet went straight through the soft and worn cardboard.

 

“I guess it was just one thrust too many, Dannydoll,” the colonel commented wryly.

 

“Ya think?” Dannydoll replied, aping his athletic and highly sexed loverdoll.  Scraping the UHU adhesive putty from his slim and firm dolly buttocks, he wished his loverdoll would clean up after himself.  He also wondered if there might be a way of keeping the putty from softening with the effects of vigorous and heated friction.

 

As Jackdoll poked at the flapping, reinforced corrugated paper, his strategic mind was thinking.  He took a good look at their box and the one Sammiedoll and Teal’cdoll used.  Both had seen better days.  Sammiedoll had attempted to keep hers standing by the judicial use of sticky adhesive tape, but even that was drying and curling in the heat of Jay Felger’s apartment.

 

“You know what?” Jackdoll proclaimed, “We need an improvement in our living environment.  Felgerdoll?  Get your incredibly small and anally retentive butt over here!”

 

“It’s not my fault,” Felgerdoll whined before he even knew what his fault was.

 

“Tell Felger we need somewhere better to live.”

 

“What?”

 

Jackdoll rolled his tiny googly brown eyes.  “We need a house, a home, lodgings, a billet, accommodations, a residence, dwelling, abode, barracks, a domicile, habitat, an address, quarters, A SEAT for cryin’ out loud!”

 

Leaning close, Dannydoll whispered, “You should stop reading that thesaurus, Jackdoll.”

 

“But you love my wordpower don’tcha?” Jackdoll growled suggestively.

 

“Well, yes,” Dannydoll conceded.  He did indeed love Jackdoll’s wordpower, especially all the adjectives, verbs and nouns he provocatively uttered, gasped, growled, puffed, moaned and panted when he used his UHU adhesive putty dollydick.

 

-o-

 

The next evening, Felger placed the shoebox very carefully on the floor and lifted the lid.

 

“Okay, guys, you have two hours to choose your house, furniture and anything else you want.  Just remember, The Doll House Emporium is closed so you have free run of the store, but you can only choose one house.  I don’t have space in my apartment for more.”

 

-o-

 

After Felger left, the SG1dolls surveyed the shelves.  The place was stocked to the gunnels with absolutely everything a discerning doll could dream of.

 

“Maybe we should choose the house first, then we’ll know what kind of furniture to go for,” Dannydoll suggested.

 

Everyone nodded their ball and socket articulated heads.  “But first we should split up,” Jackdoll ordered, wanting to go house hunting alone with Dannydoll.  “Sammiedoll and Teal’cdoll, head for the accessories.  Dannydoll, you’re with me.”

 

Sammiedoll and Teal’cdoll perused the large number of neatly packaged cellophane bags of accessories.  There was everything for a kitchen, from rolling pins and ovens to pies dishes and saucepans.  The bathroom suites had shower cubicles, washbasins, and even teeny weenie soap dishes.  As they studied hundreds of miniature goodies, Sammiedoll spotted something, and gasping, grabbed Teal’cdoll’s arm.

 

“Oh my Goddoll, look at that!” she breathed.

 

Teal’cdoll’s gaze followed his large-boobed girlie partner’s googly eyes, and he too gasped.  The Jaffadoll and Dollytech were looking at a small nondescript box bearing a handwritten note stuck to the side.  It said,

 

Sale - Discontinued Rubber Babies.

 

“Awwwww.”  Sammiedoll let out a latent maternal sigh and looked at her muscle-moulded warriordoll.  “Teal’cdoll?  Do you think it might be possible to…”  She stopped talking and glanced nervously at her commanding officerdoll.

 

“What is it, Sammiedoll?” Jackdoll asked, having overheard her half asked, or was that half assed question.

 

“I was just wondering, sir, if I…well if we could…I mean…”

 

“Spit it out, Sammiedoll,” Jackdoll demanded.

 

“I think Sammiedoll means could she and I adopt a few discontinued rubber babies, O’Neilldoll,” Teal’cdoll explained.

 

“Well, I don’t see why not, as long as you have dolly childcare organised when we go on missions.”

 

Squeezing Teal’cdoll’s massive silicone forearms, Sammiedoll peered into the box to select her rubber babies.  Within seconds she’d gathered them all, how could she leave any behind? 

 

“That’s the fastest conception and labour anywhere in the universe,” Jackdoll muttered as he and Dannydoll made their way towards the dollhouses.

 

“Look, Jackdoll,” whispered Dannydoll, “It’s the Sound of Music singing nun.”

 

Up on a shelf, Jackdoll could see a black and white habited dolly nun.  She even sported a miniature crucifix.  Beside her was a dolly coffin.  Grimacing, Jackdoll shuddered, and then wondered if her name was Holy Hannah.

 

“At least it’s empty,” Dannydoll smiled.

 

“Dead right, there,” Jackdoll quipped darkly.

 

They passed a mailman, fishmonger, fruit seller, police officer, butcher, coalman, chimney sweep, and chef, a girl with a mobile phone and a boy with a computer.  There were nurses, doctors, brides and priests, housemaids, teachers and nannies.

 

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” the dolly colonel asked slowly.

 

“You mean about establishing fourteen SG teams to acquire technology and weapons with which to fight the Goa’uld?”

 

“Nah, I was thinking we’ll need an army of staff for the very large house we’re gonna make Felger buy for us.”

 

“An army is unnecessary, O’Neilldoll,” Teal’cdoll interjected, “A three piece servant set will suffice.”

 

Rolling his googly eyes, Danieldoll grabbed Jackdoll’s U-shaped grip and hauled him towards the avenue of dollhouses.

 

“Hmmmm, which one?” Dannydoll thought aloud.

 

“Well not this one,” Jackdoll said disdainfully. 

 

The dolls were standing outside a Tudor style house, and all Jackdoll could think of, was not wanting to hang his butt out of a top window to take a crap or a piss as peopledolls did during Tudor times.

 

“What about this one?

 

“The Georgian mansion?  Too much like Lady Penelope’s.”

 

“Okaaay, this one?” Dannydoll asked with just a hint of frustration creeping into his dolly voice.

 

“It’s pink!”

 

Dannydoll frowned, creasing his vinyl brow.  “How about the farmhouse?”

 

“Oooooh, a farmhouse!  Great.”

 

As they approached the large rangy dollhouse, Jackdoll gripped his P90 and with a flourish, kicked opened the door, shining his miniscule flashlight into the dim interior.  After sweeping the first room he snapped, “Clear!” and moved to the next one.  When all the lights in the house suddenly came on, he started in surprise.  “What the?”

 

“It’s not a Goa’uld stronghold, Jackdoll.  I find flipping the light switch is useful though.”

 

They explored the house and found a kitchen, living room and a dining room.  A wide flight of stairs led to a bathroom and three large bedrooms, one of which would make the perfect nursery.

 

“This is the one, Dannydoll,” Jackdoll said wistfully, his dream of domestic bliss almost within reach.

 

“What about furniture, sir?” Sammiedoll asked, catching up with the dolly men.

 

“Choose whatever you like, Sammiedoll.  I know you women love to shop for house goods,” Jackdoll said beaming broadly.

 

Sammiedoll narrowed her eyes and glared at her colonel, but decided not to comment.  She would have her payback by asking him to look after her collection of rubber babies; it would serve him right.  As long as he didn’t bounce them all over the house, of course…

 

-o-

 

Before long, the SG1dolls had amassed a huge number of accessories and furniture items. 

 

Jackdoll and Dannydoll deliberately chose the biggest bed they could find, a set of full-length mirrors and several pairs of tiny handcuffs, light in weight but perfectly formed.  Dannydoll made sure they had a very large fridge.  He figured storing their UHU adhesive putty in the cold box would keep their large malleable dicks nice and hard, as long as Teal’cdoll didn’t get peckish in the night, and mistaking them for hotdogs, eat them.

 

Groaning quietly, Dannydoll couldn’t wait for Felger to arrange delivery of their new house and furniture.  The thought of handcuffing Jackdoll to the dolly bed and humping him senseless had him salivating in anticipation.

 

Sammiedoll had Teal’cdoll carrying several rubber baby cots to accommodate their large and instant family.  Teal’cdoll just wanted the drum kit.  Dannydoll chose a grand piano and Jackdoll an acoustic guitar.  His little U-shaped grip slid up and down the neck of the instrument and produced a tinkly melodic sound, sending all the rubber babies into dreamland.  Jackdoll even selected a surprise gift for Felgerdoll – a doghouse, because he was sure the annoyingly dumb dolly would earn it sometime soon.

 

For a while, the SG1dolls settled into household harmony, Dannydoll growing little plastic flowers and vegetables, Jackdoll trying not to set fire to the dollhouse with his beautifully crafted barbecue, Sammiedoll walking all the rubber babies in her fleet of strollers and Teal’cdoll lounging in front of the TV. 

 

He just couldn’t quite work out why the picture on the screen never changed…

 

 

The End

 

 

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