The Grail diary-looking thing is a press kit. Let's move on, through the layers of hay that I'm still picking out of my hair, shoes, and co-workers.



Right on top was something that looked, at first glance, like novelty dog shit. Upon further examination, it was actually a plush whip with action sound effects.



Underneath lurked a selection of Hasbo Indiana Jones toys, including Mr. Potato Head Indy (a cross-branding phenomenon I never quite got), toys, games, puzzles...



Thanks to this assortment of Indy goodness, I am now in possession of more SS-themed toys than an adolescent Pope Benedict XVI.

But, honestly, wouldn't you rather play a game of "LIFE" that reflects the globe-trotting adventures of a confident, successful ladies' man instead of one that tells you you're going to have 4 kids, 3 mortgages, and a job as a Junior Assistant Quality Manager.

Now excuse me, my Preschool Indy is going to push the Preschool German Mechanic into some propeller blades.