Operation: Storm the VHS head.

Three year old me, in command of a squad of seasoned army men. A minesweeper, binoculars guy, two riflemen, and a bazooka man. The mission: scout out the innards of the VCR and rendezvous at the designated as LZ. The outcome: two souls lost, and one fucked up VCR with a copy of Grease ruined inside. The operation was a success with minimal casualties.