All little children love Play-Doh. They especially love mixing all the colors together into one big purplish-grey lump. They do so within the first 30 seconds of opening it, almost invariably.
There must be exceptions, though. Some real meticulous kid that is fanatical about his Play-Doh. He saves all the used cans for future use. Every night he is mixing together experimental color combinations and storing them on shelves in the basement. Charts and graphs, clipboard, everything.
Mom: HERBERT, will you come upstairs already?
Herbert: Can't, mom.
Mom: But your dinner is getting cold.
Herbert: I already ate.
Mom: Oh... Hey wait, do you mean that you ate real food or Play-Doh food?
Herbert: ...
Mom: Herbert?
Herbert: Back off, mom.
The other neighborhood children eventually confront Herbert after he has not been at school for several days. They find him still in the basement, now using the Fun Factory.
Neighbor Kid: Herbert? You've been down here for awhile. Want to play kickball?
Herbert: How can I make time for KICKBALL when I am in the process of squeezing out the world's most perfect example of a sky-blue elongated plus symbol? How? HOW???
In real life, my favorite prank to play on my brothers and sisters was to chop up Play-Doh Fun Factory logs into Lucky Charms marshmallow-sized pieces and then let them dry out and mix them into the cereal box.
They would get all excited. "Ooh, a GREEN star. Somebody must have made a MISTAKE. Now I get to EAT this!"
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