When my 100 tons really get rolling, I can show you some sights!

Standing halfway down the hill, holding only binoculars, a figure watched the runaway wagon loaded with 12 tonnes of concrete blocks gather speed… all he could do was take a closer look at the inevitable disaster.

Even the sun was worried sick—that loose cart of cinder blocks was out of control, and accelerating toward the kryptonite crystal at the bottom of the hill which was already exploding—Tim Curry could only watch in horror through his opera-glasses!

A wagon-full of cinderblocks careened backward downhill towards the exposed hyper mega-crystals. Helpless to stop the forces of gravity already set in motion, Dr. Frank-N-Furter and the Sun could only watch impending radioactive disaster unfold. This had been a particularly bad idea...

Suzie Homemake screamed at her child as the blocks fell out of the back of the toy Conestoga wagon going up a hill and threatened the integrity of the minimalist, futuristic city.

Gina the giantess yelled at her careless son— climbing to the top of their mountain, he left his toy wagon unlocked and gravity was pulling the blocks in it, out— she was horrified as they tumbled towards the mini peoples city, “we’re not terrible tyrants!!” She exclaimed in fury.