This one time the Wal-Mart near my house decided they hated Tamagotchi and anything and everything Tamagotchi-related so they teamed up with Toys R Us and barred their doors and windows, set up anti-Tama security at every entrance and hired brainwashed guards to pace to and fro whilst chanting absurdities about our beloved toys that couldn't be any farther from the humble yet sadly forgotten truth. Highly discontented and absolutely appalled with this dastardly reality, I left town in search of a place where Tamagotchis of all colours and shades were accepted and appreciated as they rightfully ought to be.
I travelled the highways. I crossed a long bridge.
And then I stumbled upon the Giant Wal-Mart and their Equally Giant Tama-Go's.
After throwing a few exclamation points here and there and being sure I was heard by at least everyone within a good 50 yards in diameter from the floor tile on which I stood, I realized that I wasn't sure if I planned on buying one, but I picked up the white Kuchipatchi one and lugged it all over the store with me anyway. I didn't think I had enough money on my debit card to buy the Tama-Leash that I found for a dollar, much less the $20 price tag on the Tama-Go. Fully prepared to return the Tama-Go to the shelf and perhaps return another day, I approached the check-out counter and decided that I was happy I had at least found an old Tama-Leash on sale and would not be leaving empty-handed. But then something magical happened as I doubtfully swiped my card.
The "approved" sign appeared on the debit machine.
The rest was history. Smiles and cheers were had by all. The cashier lady did cartwheels down the aisles. Everyone shopping there stopped and broke into cinematic songs of victory. And the Wal-Mart and Toys R Us near my house promptly fell to their knees in sheer defeat and shook their fists at the sky, hollering anguished things that typically involved a few N's and a good hefty handful of those silly O's.
In the end, I'd say it had been a pretty good day in Tamagotchi history.