Day is up. Night has begun.
The little figures had been set up amongst other playthings; lincoln logs, dumptrucks, and bits and pieces of glass and metal. Timmy had spent the majority of the day gathering all these treasures into his sandbox in the backyard and only began to tinker with the storyline; Several would surely be bad guys, and one would be the sarge. 
"Hey", said the green man with a pair of binoculars. "That man has a gun ominously pointed at everyone. He must be a bad guy".
-"I do have a gun, but I am a good guy", mouthed Timmy.
"We can trust him for now, men. Anyhoo, I'm out of ideas, so maybe we should just shoot someone randomly".
TIIIIIIIMMMMMMYYYYYY, SLOPPY JOE'S ARE READY
Timmy loved Sloppy Joe's you see, and ran off toward the house.
His mother dabbed a cloth on her tongue, and corraling the young scamp, wiped the dirt off his nose and told him to wash up for dinner. No more outside play for today.
She let out the dog, set out a dish of water, and locked the door.
Mister Wrinkles took a poop in the corner of the sandbox, and being the careless animal that he was, semi-buried a strong, young, green army man that was a little off to the side. He would most likely not be played with again.
NIGHT START
