Dinos vs. Doctors

In which I wish I had the fantasy life my children have.

I was ready to give up on this week's Thursday News of the Absurd Will Someone Please Write This Book Inspirational Moment (TNoftheAWSPWTBIM). And then I came downstairs after the kids' bedtime tonight and found this:

This is our Playmobile hospital. It is usually full of smiling doctors, miniature medical equipment, and healing children. Tink and Destructo were over here having a blast while Thor and I made dinner. Let's zoom in, shall we?







Something is afoot at the Playmobile hospital, methinks? Where is everybody? And all the equipment? What is that dinosaur doing? Whose baby is that on the ultrasound machine?!











Why is this woman wielding a spatula and a transparent gun?










It gets better. Check out the poor patient with the IV in the background:

Her hair has escaped and is running across the floor.












Lastly, I found these two shady characters in the broken elevator:

If I could imagine half of what was in my son's head while he did this, I'd be a far better writer for it.

But you, dear readers, YOU are full of imagination and powers of deductions. What do YOU think happened at the Playmobile hospital today? Who will write me this book?