My buddy and I once cut the hands and feet off his sister's Barbie doll.
My buddy and I once took his kids fishing.
While we were catching our limits of nice tasty Rainbow Trout, his dog was breaking in to the kids' closet.
The Barbies escaped unscathed.
The Kens weren't so lucky and received the canine's full wrath.
Upon our return, we found 'Plane Crash Ken' all over the floor, and 'Industrial Accident Ken' minus a leg.
'Plane Crash Ken''s remains were swept up and disposed of.
I took 'Industrial Accident Ken' home with me - with the promise that he would return soon... "Good as new.".
I placed the hapless Ken under general anesthesia and surgically removed the ragged end of his leg, then ran a drill up to about mid-thigh.
I chucked a nice piece of hardwood dowel in the lathe and turned a handsome prosthesis, also drilled about an inch or so through the center. Finished with a coat of shellac and paste wax. Cut the head off of a long sheet-metal screw and threaded it into the prosthesis.
Applied adhesive to the screw and attached the prosthesis to Ken's leg. Found that it took a bit of tugging to get Ken's pants over the assembled prosthesis and that if posed carefully, he could stand.
'Peg Leg Ken' returned home to a warm, if amused, welcome.
He became quite popular around the neighborhood, providing entertainment far beyond the capability of the ordinary Ken doll.
