Happy for a plastic meal

I missed out on snagging some of the Marvel toys that were recently at McDonalds. They weren’t anything spectacular but I’ve always tried to get at least a few comic book related toys at restaurants.

I was given the heads up that Batman Brave and the Bold was at McDonalds now. I couldn’t think of who they might make for it and my ultra-fast image search didn’t even show the second wave of characters. My mom informed me that they had some stretchy guy at McDonalds with Batman. PLASTICMAN in a happy meal?! I immediately set up a dinner date with Ronald and I was off.

The probability of getting the Happy Meal toy you want the first time you try is pretty low. A part of you wants it not to be in there the first time you go so you can get one of the others you sort of want. You prepare for disappointment. Which is what I did and is what I got when a pulled a Black Manta ship from the box. I have no clue why they wouldn’t have made a Black Manta figure instead of his ship! Man I probably would have traded a Biker Scout for a Black Manta figure when I was a kid. Anyway while I was faking enjoyment of the new toy and scarfing down salty fries my sweat heart Wifey sneaks to the counter and asks if they have a Plastic Man.

For whatever reason I can never ask for a certain toy in the happy meal. I feel like a total jerk for asking them to look and see if they have the little red guy with the bendy arms. Or the ship that’s shaped like a gray turtle, black dragon, orange rock guy or whatever it is that I’m looking for. Because of course they would have no clue what the heck it is they are pulling out of the giant box this week. But my wife has a secret handshake or code speak or something and always gets what she wants there. Never fails.

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