They left for home on Sunday.
Hans ate an ice-cream and said, "Let's handle the toys first. We'll go to the general store. Those will be easy to sell—especially the dolls. Let's get rid of them quickly."
"Why are you so scared of dolls?" asked Li Du.
Hans laughed loudly, "What kind of joke is that? Me, scared of dolls? What is there to be scared of about those Barbie dolls? I'm not scared—I just don't like them. Actually, I hate those things!"
"You're scared," Clyne said while driving. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have just spoken that much."
Hans glowered at him. "Just pay attention to the road. Shut your trap!"
"It's alright if you don't want to talk about it," said Li Du, "but we can't sell the Barbie dolls."
"What do you want to do with them if not sell them?" cried Hans.
