
It was quite the happy reunion, complete with hotdogs!

Of course, we had to don our magical helms, choose our weapons, and fight to the death in the age-old style of Mortal Combat!

I slid the sword deep into my foe's chest... and he expired with much honour and dignity. Then we fought again!

Uncle Morgan buys the bestest presents!

A new battle sprung up between the three warring factions....

But alliances were made, and even Uncle Morgan's superior air power proved to be insufficient against the combined onslaught of the reunited father and son.

Man, my GI Joe had kung-fu grip, and I was damn happy for it! I'm jealous of all the cool toys kids have these days. OTOH, I'd probably just blow them up with firecrackers.
