WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.710 --> 00:00:03.160 The sun rises over the battlefield. 00:00:03.160 --> 00:00:05.390 The American flag flaps gently in the wind. 00:00:05.390 --> 00:00:08.580 The world is silent. 00:00:08.580 --> 00:00:09.690 BANG! 00:00:09.690 --> 00:00:13.780 The door slams open, and the Boy runs out of the house, making plane noises with his 00:00:13.780 --> 00:00:14.780 mouth. 00:00:14.780 --> 00:00:19.529 The toy bomber in his hand arcs and soars, dipping, and diving as it makes its imaginary 00:00:19.529 --> 00:00:21.630 bombing run around the backyard. 00:00:21.630 --> 00:00:26.689 Over the sandbox, swooping low through the thick grass, past the pond, under the swingset, 00:00:26.689 --> 00:00:31.199 and up up and away into the sky, climbing higher and higher in the direction of the 00:00:31.199 --> 00:00:35.050 treehouse, with its American flag flapping in the morning breeze. 00:00:35.050 --> 00:00:36.590 What a perfect day. 00:00:36.590 --> 00:00:39.190 The Boy breathes in the air deeply and looks around. 00:00:39.190 --> 00:00:40.969 His shoulders slump. 00:00:40.969 --> 00:00:42.850 He’s bored already. 00:00:42.850 --> 00:00:45.339 Two seconds in the yard, and he’s already bored. 00:00:45.339 --> 00:00:47.789 What is there to do out here that he hasn’t already done? 00:00:47.789 --> 00:00:51.489 He’s played in the sand, he’s swung on the swings, he’s climbed up to the tree 00:00:51.489 --> 00:00:52.829 house. 00:00:52.829 --> 00:00:55.680 He hears the car engine kicking into life somewhere out front. 00:00:55.680 --> 00:00:57.769 His dad’s voice carries over to him on the breeze. 00:00:57.769 --> 00:00:59.920 ‘I’m running late for work, I’ll see you later. 00:00:59.920 --> 00:01:03.239 If you find my bag anywhere, don’t go looking inside of it, just tell me where it is when 00:01:03.239 --> 00:01:04.239 I get home. 00:01:04.239 --> 00:01:05.309 Love you, bye!’ 00:01:05.309 --> 00:01:09.490 The wheels crunch through the gravel driveway, and the engine's sound slowly fades into the 00:01:09.490 --> 00:01:13.920 distance, leaving the Boy alone in the backyard again with nothing but the wind for company. 00:01:13.920 --> 00:01:17.579 Great, now he’s got to find something to do for the whole day! 00:01:17.579 --> 00:01:20.740 He throws the toy bomber to the ground in frustration. 00:01:20.740 --> 00:01:23.549 A wing snaps off and bounces away into the flower bed. 00:01:23.549 --> 00:01:24.549 Uh oh. 00:01:24.549 --> 00:01:26.640 He’ll need to fix that before dad gets home. 00:01:26.640 --> 00:01:27.640 Super-glue! 00:01:27.640 --> 00:01:28.640 That’ll do the trick. 00:01:28.640 --> 00:01:31.560 There must be some inside, his dad is always fixing things. 00:01:31.560 --> 00:01:35.310 But the Boy’s mission is almost immediately sidetracked. 00:01:35.310 --> 00:01:39.580 As soon as he steps into the house he spots his dad’s bag, right by the backdoor, where 00:01:39.580 --> 00:01:41.329 he always forgets to look. 00:01:41.329 --> 00:01:43.530 The Boy looks at it curiously for a moment. 00:01:43.530 --> 00:01:46.250 He wonders what’s in there that his dad told him not to look at? 00:01:46.250 --> 00:01:48.079 He’ll just have a little peek. 00:01:48.079 --> 00:01:49.079 Not a proper look. 00:01:49.079 --> 00:01:50.650 He won’t even open the bag all the way. 00:01:50.650 --> 00:01:52.020 Just a little look inside. 00:01:52.020 --> 00:01:54.420 If anyone asks, he’ll say he was looking for super-glue. 00:01:54.420 --> 00:01:56.590 Wait… what’s that? 00:01:56.590 --> 00:01:58.760 It can’t be… 00:01:58.760 --> 00:02:02.689 A little pot with a red lid and big cartoonish letters on the side. 00:02:02.689 --> 00:02:03.689 Play-Doh? 00:02:03.689 --> 00:02:06.340 What’s his dad doing with a pot of Play-Doh in his bag? 00:02:06.340 --> 00:02:08.750 He thought his dad had a really grown-up job. 00:02:08.750 --> 00:02:10.600 That’s what his mom always says. 00:02:10.600 --> 00:02:12.770 His dad has a very secret grown-up job. 00:02:12.770 --> 00:02:13.770 Very important. 00:02:13.770 --> 00:02:14.770 Very secret. 00:02:14.770 --> 00:02:16.550 Is that really what he does at work all day? 00:02:16.550 --> 00:02:17.910 Play with Play-Doh? 00:02:17.910 --> 00:02:20.000 The Boy is far too grown up for Play-Doh. 00:02:20.000 --> 00:02:22.860 He hasn’t played with it for years because it’s for babies. 00:02:22.860 --> 00:02:24.420 No way is he going to play with it now. 00:02:24.420 --> 00:02:25.420 Nope. 00:02:25.420 --> 00:02:27.570 He’s a Big Boy who plays with real toys. 00:02:27.570 --> 00:02:30.660 But still, a little look won’t hurt. 00:02:30.660 --> 00:02:34.640 He’ll take it out, squeeze it in his hands a bit, remember how babyish it is and put 00:02:34.640 --> 00:02:35.640 it back. 00:02:35.640 --> 00:02:38.040 He definitely isn’t going to play with it. 00:02:38.040 --> 00:02:40.540 The Boy pops the red lid off and peers inside. 00:02:40.540 --> 00:02:42.740 Yep, just as he thought. 00:02:42.740 --> 00:02:43.740 Boring. 00:02:43.740 --> 00:02:45.120 Just a lump of red putty. 00:02:45.120 --> 00:02:48.590 Sitting there being all… all boring. 00:02:48.590 --> 00:02:52.220 But as the Boy tips the pot out into his hand it feels a bit weird. 00:02:52.220 --> 00:02:54.460 It moves a little in his palm. 00:02:54.460 --> 00:02:56.420 Is there an insect inside it or something? 00:02:56.420 --> 00:02:58.550 It feels like a pair of little legs. 00:02:58.550 --> 00:03:01.860 He rolls the lump over into his other hand and peers at it. 00:03:01.860 --> 00:03:04.620 Yes, a pair of legs sticking out from the red ball! 00:03:04.620 --> 00:03:07.560 Only, they’re not insect legs at all. 00:03:07.560 --> 00:03:11.230 They’re tiny, about the size of insect legs, but there are only two of them. 00:03:11.230 --> 00:03:15.290 They’re totally red, matching the color of the Play-Doh, and seem to have a tiny pair 00:03:15.290 --> 00:03:16.351 of boots on the ends of them. 00:03:16.351 --> 00:03:22.010 The legs wiggle around helplessly, sticking up into the air, until all of a sudden a hand 00:03:22.010 --> 00:03:23.940 appears sticking up out of the clay. 00:03:23.940 --> 00:03:27.730 It looks like a tiny person has somehow been buried in the Play-Doh upside down. 00:03:27.730 --> 00:03:32.380 The hand gets a good grip on the red ball and pushes and pulls at it, steadily freeing 00:03:32.380 --> 00:03:38.170 the rest of its body until suddenly a fully formed tiny man pops out of the surface! 00:03:38.170 --> 00:03:42.130 Roughly the size of the Boy’s fingernail, the little red man stands up straight and 00:03:42.130 --> 00:03:44.060 takes in his surroundings. 00:03:44.060 --> 00:03:47.930 Not only is the tiny person wearing boots, he’s also got a backpack and a helmet on 00:03:47.930 --> 00:03:50.240 his miniature head, all made of Play-Doh. 00:03:50.240 --> 00:03:54.880 In fact, this tiny person looks just like one of those little green army man toys that 00:03:54.880 --> 00:03:56.980 his dad had when he was little. 00:03:56.980 --> 00:04:01.540 The little soldier looks up and sees the Boy staring down at him, jumping back in fright. 00:04:01.540 --> 00:04:02.540 The Boy laughs. 00:04:02.540 --> 00:04:05.350 He guesses he must look pretty scary to someone so small. 00:04:05.350 --> 00:04:07.180 He smiles at the little army man. 00:04:07.180 --> 00:04:11.620 The little army man very slowly lowers himself down to his knees, reaching down to the Play-Doh 00:04:11.620 --> 00:04:13.170 floor he’s standing on. 00:04:13.170 --> 00:04:16.530 His little red hand seems to be feeling around for something in the putty. 00:04:16.530 --> 00:04:21.440 In fascination, the Boy stares closely as the Play-Doh under the soldier’s hand morphs 00:04:21.440 --> 00:04:24.370 into the shape of… what is that? 00:04:24.370 --> 00:04:25.479 A gun! 00:04:25.479 --> 00:04:29.319 The soldier lifts the tiny red rifle to his shoulder and points it straight at the Boy’s 00:04:29.319 --> 00:04:30.319 eye. 00:04:30.319 --> 00:04:33.319 He fires, and to the Boy’s surprise, something comes out. 00:04:33.319 --> 00:04:36.800 A stream of teeny tiny Play-Doh bullets pepper his eyeball. 00:04:36.800 --> 00:04:39.889 The Boy throws the Play-Doh ball as hard as he can and blinks hard. 00:04:39.889 --> 00:04:42.100 A tiny scream goes with it. 00:04:42.100 --> 00:04:46.050 The bullets didn’t really hurt that much but his eye is a little watery now. 00:04:46.050 --> 00:04:49.080 The tiny soldier has a real working tiny assault rifle. 00:04:49.080 --> 00:04:53.270 He’s starting to understand why his dad is still playing with Play-Doh. 00:04:53.270 --> 00:04:54.479 Where did that Play-Doh go? 00:04:54.479 --> 00:04:56.729 He must have thrown it into the backyard. 00:04:56.729 --> 00:04:59.069 The Boy runs outside and looks around. 00:04:59.069 --> 00:05:01.400 There it is, just next to the sandbox. 00:05:01.400 --> 00:05:05.120 He creeps up to the ball cautiously, trying to see if the little soldier is still there. 00:05:05.120 --> 00:05:07.330 Wait, hang on, there he is! 00:05:07.330 --> 00:05:08.330 No… 00:05:08.330 --> 00:05:09.330 there he is. 00:05:09.330 --> 00:05:10.340 Is that another one? 00:05:10.340 --> 00:05:13.780 He kneels and peers at the small crowd gathering around the ball. 00:05:13.780 --> 00:05:16.039 He can’t quite believe what he’s seeing. 00:05:16.039 --> 00:05:19.510 Dozens of little men are milling around the red ball, with more marching out of it in 00:05:19.510 --> 00:05:21.680 formation every few seconds. 00:05:21.680 --> 00:05:25.229 Little red Play-Doh tents are being erected in a perimeter around the ball. 00:05:25.229 --> 00:05:29.949 A couple of tiny soldiers chop down a twig with tiny red axes and start a campfire. 00:05:29.949 --> 00:05:34.740 A mini red jeep weaves its way through the grass, and a General hops out, with a cowering 00:05:34.740 --> 00:05:36.360 officer by his side. 00:05:36.360 --> 00:05:38.169 The tiny General barks tiny orders. 00:05:38.169 --> 00:05:41.930 It’s difficult to hear what the man is saying, but it sounds like he’s speaking English, 00:05:41.930 --> 00:05:43.990 only really high-pitched. 00:05:43.990 --> 00:05:47.610 He points to a group of soldiers who immediately rush over to the ball of Play-Doh and pull 00:05:47.610 --> 00:05:48.610 a ladder out of it. 00:05:48.610 --> 00:05:52.069 They rest the ladder against the edge of the sandbox, and a couple of them hurry their 00:05:52.069 --> 00:05:53.669 way to the top. 00:05:53.669 --> 00:05:57.439 Climbing up onto the wooden board, the pair of them split up, rifles in hand, checking 00:05:57.439 --> 00:05:59.330 the area is clear. 00:05:59.330 --> 00:06:01.240 The General is the next up the ladder. 00:06:01.240 --> 00:06:05.830 He surveys the yard with a battle-worn wariness, eyes coming to rest on the treehouse. 00:06:05.830 --> 00:06:10.159 He pulls out his binoculars and takes a good hard look at it, studying every inch of the 00:06:10.159 --> 00:06:13.169 tree before spotting the flagpole rising from the top. 00:06:13.169 --> 00:06:17.449 Lowering the binoculars with evident satisfaction, the General points a tiny hand at the enormous 00:06:17.449 --> 00:06:21.500 tree and cries out an order at the top of his little voice. 00:06:21.500 --> 00:06:24.110 A high pitch rises from the troops on the ground. 00:06:24.110 --> 00:06:26.279 They pump fists and slap backs. 00:06:26.279 --> 00:06:28.050 The army has grown already. 00:06:28.050 --> 00:06:31.960 As the Boy looks back down at the platoon gathering in the grass, he sees a dozen more 00:06:31.960 --> 00:06:33.150 tents have sprung up. 00:06:33.150 --> 00:06:36.979 A group of soldiers stand in formation around the ball of Play-Doh, keeping watch in every 00:06:36.979 --> 00:06:38.349 direction. 00:06:38.349 --> 00:06:41.479 And there, a soldier sits on an acorn crying. 00:06:41.479 --> 00:06:43.910 Helmet in his hands, he weeps openly. 00:06:43.910 --> 00:06:46.310 There is a red cross on the tent next to him. 00:06:46.310 --> 00:06:47.960 That must be the medical tent. 00:06:47.960 --> 00:06:51.630 The Boy crouches down on all fours and peers inside the tent. 00:06:51.630 --> 00:06:56.939 There on the tiny red bed, surrounded by tiny red nurses, lies a soldier. 00:06:56.939 --> 00:06:59.889 His legs are bent out of shape, and he’s crying out in pain. 00:06:59.889 --> 00:07:04.590 A doctor approaches and gives him the bad news, before readying the saw. 00:07:04.590 --> 00:07:06.030 The Boy sits back up. 00:07:06.030 --> 00:07:07.120 He can’t watch. 00:07:07.120 --> 00:07:10.999 A high-pitched cry echoes from the tent, loud enough to dampen the commotion around the 00:07:10.999 --> 00:07:12.439 rest of the camp. 00:07:12.439 --> 00:07:14.220 The Boy recognizes that scream. 00:07:14.220 --> 00:07:17.499 It’s the same scream he heard when he threw the Play-Doh out of the door. 00:07:17.499 --> 00:07:20.710 That first brave soldier, defending his brothers in arms from the giant. 00:07:20.710 --> 00:07:22.659 What had the Boy done? 00:07:22.659 --> 00:07:27.030 The soldier outside the medical tent picks up the phone and informs the tiny soldier’s 00:07:27.030 --> 00:07:28.789 tiny family what had happened. 00:07:28.789 --> 00:07:32.120 He had lost his legs, but not his life. 00:07:32.120 --> 00:07:34.389 He was a hero. 00:07:34.389 --> 00:07:35.979 The battalion is mobilizing. 00:07:35.979 --> 00:07:37.479 No time to mourn. 00:07:37.479 --> 00:07:41.090 Snipers climb the ladder onto the edge of the sandbox and set up nests all along the 00:07:41.090 --> 00:07:44.770 wooden beam, as trucks rumble through the thick grass below. 00:07:44.770 --> 00:07:48.590 On the other side of the sandbox wall, a desert platoon makes its way through the scorching 00:07:48.590 --> 00:07:49.590 heat. 00:07:49.590 --> 00:07:52.939 Soldiers sit atop tanks, shaking the last remaining drops of doughy water from their 00:07:52.939 --> 00:07:56.330 red bottles, and wiping sweat from their brows. 00:07:56.330 --> 00:07:59.229 All of them heading in the direction of the treehouse. 00:07:59.229 --> 00:08:01.669 The Boy stands up, surrounded by tiny soldiers. 00:08:01.669 --> 00:08:05.249 He has to be careful where he steps now as they fill the grass around him. 00:08:05.249 --> 00:08:08.599 A couple of tanks rumble between his feet, flattening the blades of grass as if they 00:08:08.599 --> 00:08:09.990 were as weak as… 00:08:09.990 --> 00:08:12.339 well, blades of grass. 00:08:12.339 --> 00:08:15.669 All of the soldiers, all of the equipment and vehicles, everything is coming from the 00:08:15.669 --> 00:08:17.789 little ball of red Play-Doh. 00:08:17.789 --> 00:08:19.870 And ‘little’ is the right word for it. 00:08:19.870 --> 00:08:23.289 With every new unit deployed to the frontline, the ball shrinks slightly. 00:08:23.289 --> 00:08:25.650 It’s getting smaller and smaller by the minute. 00:08:25.650 --> 00:08:27.930 They’re gonna need reinforcements! 00:08:27.930 --> 00:08:32.510 The Boy rushes into the house and returns in just a few seconds, arms ladened with Play-Doh. 00:08:32.510 --> 00:08:34.950 He’s got every pot of it from when he was little. 00:08:34.950 --> 00:08:38.610 He pops them all open, one after the other, and throws them onto the floor in the midst 00:08:38.610 --> 00:08:39.710 of the camp. 00:08:39.710 --> 00:08:43.870 The only slight issue is that all the Play-Doh is that gross brown color that it goes when 00:08:43.870 --> 00:08:45.750 you mix all the colors together. 00:08:45.750 --> 00:08:48.010 That won’t matter, will it? 00:08:48.010 --> 00:08:50.510 Gunfire breaks out almost immediately below him. 00:08:50.510 --> 00:08:54.930 The Boy jumps back in surprise, stepping on a communications mast by accident. 00:08:54.930 --> 00:08:58.700 Tiny brown soldiers rush out of the Play-Doh balls all around the camp, diving into cover 00:08:58.700 --> 00:09:00.750 and opening fire on the red soldiers. 00:09:00.750 --> 00:09:02.190 It’s a massacre. 00:09:02.190 --> 00:09:06.070 Red soldiers, taking a rest from the frontline, calling their loved ones, getting ready to 00:09:06.070 --> 00:09:11.380 go home on leave, lying injured in beds, all of them are gunned down. 00:09:11.380 --> 00:09:13.880 Most don’t even have a chance to grab their rifles. 00:09:13.880 --> 00:09:18.700 One brave red soldier sprints to the communications mast and tries to radio the rest of the battalion, 00:09:18.700 --> 00:09:21.410 telling them what’s happened, but the mast is destroyed. 00:09:21.410 --> 00:09:25.340 A stray bullet catches him in the side of his head and he crumbles to the ground, just 00:09:25.340 --> 00:09:27.180 a lifeless blob of Play-Doh. 00:09:27.180 --> 00:09:32.200 The Boy watches in horror as a couple of brown soldiers pick up the body and toss it into 00:09:32.200 --> 00:09:34.090 the nearest ball of brown Play-Doh. 00:09:34.090 --> 00:09:38.410 A dedicated team of them mix the body in with the rest of the Doh until it’s that same 00:09:38.410 --> 00:09:39.870 brown color. 00:09:39.870 --> 00:09:42.620 From the blob emerges a new brown soldier. 00:09:42.620 --> 00:09:46.570 The small red streak running across his heart is the only sign that he’d ever been a red 00:09:46.570 --> 00:09:47.770 at all. 00:09:47.770 --> 00:09:52.120 The soldier quickly disappears amongst the mass of helmets and boots, trampling any trace 00:09:52.120 --> 00:09:53.860 of the red army. 00:09:53.860 --> 00:09:56.460 The whole yard erupts in tiny warfare. 00:09:56.460 --> 00:10:00.530 The red snipers lining the walls of the sandbox are picked off one after the other. 00:10:00.530 --> 00:10:04.650 The desert platoon are ambushed by landmines and quickly surrounded, hiding in broken down 00:10:04.650 --> 00:10:08.290 tanks as plumes of sand are thrown up all around them. 00:10:08.290 --> 00:10:11.680 Before long, the brown troops have them completely surrounded. 00:10:11.680 --> 00:10:15.920 One last soldier bursts out from the hatch in his tank, holding grenades in each hand. 00:10:15.920 --> 00:10:19.360 The bullet catches him in the head before he can even finish his war cry. 00:10:19.360 --> 00:10:23.410 The grenades explode harmlessly, nowhere near the brown troops. 00:10:23.410 --> 00:10:27.460 The red convoy, on its way to the tree, stands the best chance of survival. 00:10:27.460 --> 00:10:31.140 The Boy follows them with fascination, watching as the brown army fight their way through 00:10:31.140 --> 00:10:35.130 the red line from the back, splitting it through the middle as their superior firepower makes 00:10:35.130 --> 00:10:38.200 short work of the transport and supply trucks. 00:10:38.200 --> 00:10:42.110 Some red soldiers dive away into the thick grass, climbing up dandelions and weeds in 00:10:42.110 --> 00:10:44.260 a desperate attempt to escape. 00:10:44.260 --> 00:10:48.060 Few succeed as the bodies fall back into the mud like rain drops. 00:10:48.060 --> 00:10:50.960 A tiny screaming noise fills the yard. 00:10:50.960 --> 00:10:54.890 The Boy turns around just in time to jump out of the way of the brown fighter jets. 00:10:54.890 --> 00:10:58.120 Five of them streak through the air, almost at his head height. 00:10:58.120 --> 00:11:01.700 Missiles fire out of the bottom of each jet, one after the other, blowing apart what little 00:11:01.700 --> 00:11:03.620 remains of the red convoy. 00:11:03.620 --> 00:11:05.880 The gunfire dies down within the hour. 00:11:05.880 --> 00:11:09.640 Skirmishes break out across the yard as brown patrols pick off the stragglers they find 00:11:09.640 --> 00:11:14.390 from the red army hiding in ants nests, under fallen leaves, and huddling around broken-down 00:11:14.390 --> 00:11:15.810 vehicles. 00:11:15.810 --> 00:11:20.740 The Boy watches as several high-ranking officers gather in the brown base to oversee the absorption 00:11:20.740 --> 00:11:22.630 of the last of the red ball of Play-Doh. 00:11:22.630 --> 00:11:26.940 They mold themselves a big meeting table with a brown map of the yard and plot out their 00:11:26.940 --> 00:11:31.620 strategy for taking the tree house for themselves, moving around even tinier little model units 00:11:31.620 --> 00:11:34.060 across the surface of it with sticks. 00:11:34.060 --> 00:11:37.600 The plan quickly comes together before the Boy’s eyes and under his feet. 00:11:37.600 --> 00:11:41.990 A series of mortars and surface-to-air missiles are deployed along the wall of the sandbox. 00:11:41.990 --> 00:11:45.890 The air force takes over the original brown base, chopping down blades of grass and laying 00:11:45.890 --> 00:11:48.670 out Play-Doh runways flanked with brown hangars. 00:11:48.670 --> 00:11:52.660 A ring of military units surround the base of the treehouse, strategizing about how best 00:11:52.660 --> 00:11:55.960 to ascend the colossal structure and reach the flagpole. 00:11:55.960 --> 00:12:00.500 In the pond, an aircraft carrier splashes into the water, marking the arrival of the 00:12:00.500 --> 00:12:01.500 navy. 00:12:01.500 --> 00:12:05.620 The ship is soon flanked by a pair of destroyers, armed with anti-aircraft missiles. 00:12:05.620 --> 00:12:09.360 The Boy is about to go over and peer into the water to try and spot a nuclear submarine, 00:12:09.360 --> 00:12:12.490 when he comes across a sight for sore eyes. 00:12:12.490 --> 00:12:13.490 Red soldiers. 00:12:13.490 --> 00:12:17.230 Not much more than a singular squadron, hunkered down around the base of the swing set. 00:12:17.230 --> 00:12:21.040 They’ve covered themselves in dirt and little clumps of moss to camouflage. 00:12:21.040 --> 00:12:25.320 They must be the forward-most scout squadron, just far enough away from that original convoy 00:12:25.320 --> 00:12:26.450 to escape the slaughter. 00:12:26.450 --> 00:12:27.500 But what are they doing? 00:12:27.500 --> 00:12:30.730 The units are all gathered around a pile of leaves. 00:12:30.730 --> 00:12:33.360 There’s something underneath, what is it? 00:12:33.360 --> 00:12:35.120 It looks like plastic. 00:12:35.120 --> 00:12:36.120 Of course! 00:12:36.120 --> 00:12:38.340 It’s his toy bomber with the broken wing. 00:12:38.340 --> 00:12:41.780 Trying not to draw the attention of the brown army, the Boy drops to the floor next to the 00:12:41.780 --> 00:12:44.860 red units, doing his best to hide in the grass. 00:12:44.860 --> 00:12:47.220 The red soldiers are arguing amongst themselves. 00:12:47.220 --> 00:12:48.240 The General is there. 00:12:48.240 --> 00:12:50.440 He’s survived but barely. 00:12:50.440 --> 00:12:52.320 slumped against the blade of grass. 00:12:52.320 --> 00:12:56.230 The scouts’ high-pitched arguing is a little too quiet for the Boy to make out, but it’s 00:12:56.230 --> 00:12:57.690 pretty clear what’s going on. 00:12:57.690 --> 00:13:02.680 They need to get the toy plane working, but it’ll be hopeless without the other wing. 00:13:02.680 --> 00:13:05.140 He lifts his head and looks around the yard. 00:13:05.140 --> 00:13:06.140 There it is! 00:13:06.140 --> 00:13:07.140 In the flower bed. 00:13:07.140 --> 00:13:08.920 But it’s surrounded by brown troops. 00:13:08.920 --> 00:13:12.410 How could the red soldiers possibly fight their way to it and get back unharmed? 00:13:12.410 --> 00:13:13.840 Oh, wait. 00:13:13.840 --> 00:13:17.840 The Boy just gets up, walks over to the flower bed, and picks up the wing. 00:13:17.840 --> 00:13:22.000 In about three seconds, he completes an insurmountable effort for those little soldiers. 00:13:22.000 --> 00:13:24.400 Kneeling next to them, he offers the missing wing. 00:13:24.400 --> 00:13:26.200 The scouts all stand back warily. 00:13:26.200 --> 00:13:29.530 It’s the General who climbs to his face and walks over to the Boy. 00:13:29.530 --> 00:13:34.060 He looks at the plastic wing, looks up at the giant towering over him, and raises his 00:13:34.060 --> 00:13:36.330 arm in a salute. 00:13:36.330 --> 00:13:40.540 The others follow suit quickly and get to work repairing the toy plane. 00:13:40.540 --> 00:13:43.170 Brown soldiers notice the commotion and start to close in on them. 00:13:43.170 --> 00:13:44.790 They don’t have much time. 00:13:44.790 --> 00:13:47.530 The Boy stamps out a runway for the soldiers in the grass. 00:13:47.530 --> 00:13:51.880 The plane is almost ready to go but is missing one vital piece of the propeller. 00:13:51.880 --> 00:13:55.680 Only there’s a bigger problem: they’re out of red Play-Doh. 00:13:55.680 --> 00:13:59.800 A brown soldier breaks through the thick grass and rushes towards the squadron, his assault 00:13:59.800 --> 00:14:02.670 rifle peppering the side of the plane with doughy bullets. 00:14:02.670 --> 00:14:05.730 The scouts all dive into the vehicle and kick the engine into gear. 00:14:05.730 --> 00:14:10.320 Little red gears and pistons whir into life beneath the plastic, but the plane just isn’t 00:14:10.320 --> 00:14:11.810 moving without the propeller. 00:14:11.810 --> 00:14:13.250 What can they do? 00:14:13.250 --> 00:14:16.060 The brown soldier stops in his tracks, staring at the plane. 00:14:16.060 --> 00:14:17.750 The Boy peers at him closer. 00:14:17.750 --> 00:14:20.630 There’s a red streak across his heart. 00:14:20.630 --> 00:14:22.930 Conflict contorts the tiny soldier’s face. 00:14:22.930 --> 00:14:26.500 The door to the plane opens, and out steps the General. 00:14:26.500 --> 00:14:30.360 The two soldiers face each other on the runway, the red scouts desperately calling the General 00:14:30.360 --> 00:14:31.720 to get back in. 00:14:31.720 --> 00:14:32.720 None of them move. 00:14:32.720 --> 00:14:36.780 The brown soldier raises his rifle and shoots the General in the head. 00:14:36.780 --> 00:14:38.800 The older man crumples to the ground. 00:14:38.800 --> 00:14:40.450 Inside the plane, the scouts start to panic. 00:14:40.450 --> 00:14:42.080 They don’t have their guns with them. 00:14:42.080 --> 00:14:44.980 The brown army is bearing down on them from all sides. 00:14:44.980 --> 00:14:46.050 What can they do? 00:14:46.050 --> 00:14:49.770 The brown soldier with the streak across his heart walks slowly over to the General’s 00:14:49.770 --> 00:14:52.270 body, stoops down, and picks him up. 00:14:52.270 --> 00:14:56.470 He carries the body around to the front of the plane and, without a word, starts using 00:14:56.470 --> 00:14:59.530 the Play-Doh to build them a propeller. 00:14:59.530 --> 00:15:02.190 Brown soldiers burst through the grass, swarming the runway. 00:15:02.190 --> 00:15:04.470 They need to leave now or never! 00:15:04.470 --> 00:15:08.570 The brown soldier places the propeller onto the plane and steps aside as the vehicle roars 00:15:08.570 --> 00:15:10.180 off along the runway. 00:15:10.180 --> 00:15:15.070 He salutes the ascending plane as one of his brown compatriots puts a bullet in his chest, 00:15:15.070 --> 00:15:16.670 right through his red heart. 00:15:16.670 --> 00:15:18.810 But the plane is already away. 00:15:18.810 --> 00:15:23.100 Lifting off into the sky, the toy bomber dodges and weaves its way between the whizzing bullets. 00:15:23.100 --> 00:15:27.230 It banks hard, pulling the nose around inch by inch to face the treehouse. 00:15:27.230 --> 00:15:30.940 The pilot guns it, pulling the tiny sticky back sharply. 00:15:30.940 --> 00:15:33.630 It seems to take an age for the bomber to climb. 00:15:33.630 --> 00:15:37.630 The Boy glances behind him just in time to see the brown navy launch their missiles. 00:15:37.630 --> 00:15:38.630 Six of them. 00:15:38.630 --> 00:15:41.880 All making a beeline for the bomber, or so it seems. 00:15:41.880 --> 00:15:45.800 At the last moment, he sticks a hand out and slaps the missiles out of the air. 00:15:45.800 --> 00:15:49.550 A couple of them explode, leaving streaks of brown Play-Doh on his hand. 00:15:49.550 --> 00:15:53.650 The others spiral to the ground, where tiny soldiers dive for cover. 00:15:53.650 --> 00:15:56.570 The brown air force scrambles, but it’s too late. 00:15:56.570 --> 00:16:00.980 As the jets shoot across the yard, the bomber has already reached its destination. 00:16:00.980 --> 00:16:05.180 The scouts jump out, deploying red Play-Doh parachutes as they circle their way down onto 00:16:05.180 --> 00:16:06.180 the flagpole. 00:16:06.180 --> 00:16:09.730 A jet catches up to the bomber and blows it out of the sky. 00:16:09.730 --> 00:16:13.240 The scouts don’t have time to mourn their lost pilot, or any of their dead for that 00:16:13.240 --> 00:16:14.240 matter. 00:16:14.240 --> 00:16:16.670 Quick as they can, they cut the American flag free. 00:16:16.670 --> 00:16:21.100 As it flutters and floats down to the grass, the squadron unfurls its replacement. 00:16:21.100 --> 00:16:25.730 A red rectangle of Play-Doh, barely a couple of inches across. 00:16:25.730 --> 00:16:29.320 One of them pulls a bugle from his pack and plays the highest pitched version of The Last 00:16:29.320 --> 00:16:31.540 Post you could ever hear. 00:16:31.540 --> 00:16:33.880 The whole battlefield falls silent to listen. 00:16:33.880 --> 00:16:37.980 The Boy places a hand over his heart, just as the first drop of rain hits his shoulder. 00:16:37.980 --> 00:16:40.650 From somewhere inside, his mom’s voice calls. 00:16:40.650 --> 00:16:42.240 ‘It’s about to start raining! 00:16:42.240 --> 00:16:43.500 Come inside before you catch a cold. 00:16:43.500 --> 00:16:45.210 I’m making cocoa!’ 00:16:45.210 --> 00:16:47.190 The Boy grins and runs into the house. 00:16:47.190 --> 00:16:53.100 Outside, the rain pours and all trace of the war washes away into red and brown streaks 00:16:53.100 --> 00:16:54.540 in the dirt. 00:16:54.540 --> 00:16:59.350 And with that, you’d be forgiven for thinking that SCP-705 had never even been in that young 00:16:59.350 --> 00:17:01.040 Boy’s backyard. 00:17:01.040 --> 00:17:04.709 Most adults would just dismiss the Boy’s afternoon entertainment as a figment of a 00:17:04.709 --> 00:17:09.919 child’s imagination, but most adults have not encountered SCP-705, otherwise known as 00:17:09.919 --> 00:17:12.089 ‘Militarized Play-Doh.’ 00:17:12.089 --> 00:17:16.600 The results of a redacted mega-corporation’s research into creating a “self-molding” 00:17:16.600 --> 00:17:20.709 product, the specific mechanics of how this Militarized Play-Doh was created are hazy, 00:17:20.709 --> 00:17:22.059 to say the least. 00:17:22.059 --> 00:17:26.179 What is known is that the small red blob of what appears to be the popular children’s 00:17:26.179 --> 00:17:29.990 sculpting toy exhibits aggressive militaristic tendencies. 00:17:29.990 --> 00:17:36.580 As soon as the 5oz pot is opened, SCP-705 activates, forming itself into miniature Play-Doh 00:17:36.580 --> 00:17:37.580 soldiers. 00:17:37.580 --> 00:17:42.350 Each unit comes dressed in detailed and accurate military fatigues, carrying miniaturized weaponry 00:17:42.350 --> 00:17:46.750 and equipment, all of which function identically to their real-life counterparts aside from 00:17:46.750 --> 00:17:51.019 one small detail: everything is made entirely from Play-Doh. 00:17:51.019 --> 00:17:56.440 When active, SCP-705 can divide into hundreds of infantrymen, each of which seems to have 00:17:56.440 --> 00:17:58.620 some level of personal autonomy. 00:17:58.620 --> 00:18:02.570 As of yet, no ‘hive mind’ mentality has been observed between the soldiers. 00:18:02.570 --> 00:18:07.110 They all communicate as their real-life military equivalents would, through barking orders, 00:18:07.110 --> 00:18:08.940 strategizing, and working together. 00:18:08.940 --> 00:18:15.100 Upon activation, each instance of SCP-705 is highly territorial, seeking to take immediate 00:18:15.100 --> 00:18:19.879 control of the nearest location or object that seems to be of ‘strategic importance’. 00:18:19.879 --> 00:18:23.090 This could be anything from a coffee machine to a treehouse. 00:18:23.090 --> 00:18:27.570 What appears innocuous household objects to us, pose an incredible tactical advantage 00:18:27.570 --> 00:18:32.669 to the tiny soldiers, many of whom are willing to sacrifice their lives to take control. 00:18:32.669 --> 00:18:36.889 The longer this Militarized Play-Doh is allowed to roam free, the more advanced the military 00:18:36.889 --> 00:18:38.250 unit becomes. 00:18:38.250 --> 00:18:43.549 Leadership figures emerge, battleplans grow more advanced, and technology improves. 00:18:43.549 --> 00:18:47.440 While the Play-Doh may initially take the form of a handful of infantry units, if left 00:18:47.440 --> 00:18:51.919 to their own devices, these units will soon be riding on the backs of tanks, firing miniguns 00:18:51.919 --> 00:18:55.919 through the doors of attack helicopters, or even developing rudimentary navys and air 00:18:55.919 --> 00:18:56.919 forces. 00:18:56.919 --> 00:19:02.110 And, of course, you have seen what happens when SCP-705 comes into contact with a regular 00:19:02.110 --> 00:19:03.539 pot of Play-Doh. 00:19:03.539 --> 00:19:07.590 The otherwise harmless putty will take on the same characteristics as this Militarized 00:19:07.590 --> 00:19:08.590 Play-Doh. 00:19:08.590 --> 00:19:11.870 If the two groups of soldiers are the same color, they will form an alliance. 00:19:11.870 --> 00:19:13.570 If they are different colors? 00:19:13.570 --> 00:19:16.350 Well, that’s where the fun begins. 00:19:16.350 --> 00:19:19.499 Containing SCP-705 is relatively straightforward. 00:19:19.499 --> 00:19:23.149 Simply gathering all of the Play-Doh together and putting it back into its 5oz pot with 00:19:23.149 --> 00:19:26.309 the lid closed will neutralize the tiny army entirely. 00:19:26.309 --> 00:19:32.809 This, coupled with how harmless the tiny doughy bullets are, means that SCP-705 requires little 00:19:32.809 --> 00:19:33.809 security. 00:19:33.809 --> 00:19:37.909 It is housed in Sector 2 Safe SCP containment, with the lid closed. 00:19:37.909 --> 00:19:41.690 The only accidental outbreak that has occurred since its containment has been in the break 00:19:41.690 --> 00:19:45.690 room when a researcher accidentally left the lid open while they went to the bathroom. 00:19:45.690 --> 00:19:49.840 When the researcher returned, all they needed to do to rescue their coffee from the clutches 00:19:49.840 --> 00:19:53.890 of a crazed Play-Doh general was brush a few soldiers off the counter. 00:19:53.890 --> 00:19:59.270 This is a day SCP-705 still talks about often with deep fear and reverence. 00:19:59.270 --> 00:20:04.419 if you want to support this important mission, while also getting influence over the anomalies 00:20:04.419 --> 00:20:08.879 we cover and an exclusive look behind the scenes, check out the Dr. Bob patreon and 00:20:08.879 --> 00:20:12.190 become a junior researcher today 00:20:12.190 --> 00:20:17.549 Now go and watch another entry from 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