The Secret Life of Toys: Part Two

Meet Lenny.

Lenny is French. Lenny is handsome. Lenny is downright debonair.

Lenny found love early on in life. He was thrilled to be embraced by a gooey spastic girl named Stella. He was beyond ecstatic that she loved (chewing on) his nose; his mother always told him he’d find someone who would grow to appreciate his rather unique features. Stella and Lenny were inseparable. For two glorious weeks, Lenny truly felt he’d found his soul mate, his life partner, his amour.

And then Stella stopped cut her first tooth.

Lenny suddenly found himself alone. A lot. He would sit idly in Stella’s crib as she discovered the joys of sitting up and the sensual pleasures of… well, let’s just say less desirable creatures.

It was a long two weeks, and he’s never really been the same.

Now Lenny lives in a turtle.

That’s right, a turtle. Lenny lives with countless other castaways. He finds them all tolerable, but he must admit to an elitist sense of superiority of these types.

But there’s something about this Wanda girl. He has his eye on her. She likes the cinema and seems like a girl who knows how to love without reservation.

And she sort of jingles when she walks. Oooh la la indeed.