. . . goes a long way in explaining why the continent's North-most region's Vietnam War veterans came back from Southeast Asia so much better adjusted for a happy return to a shallow Civilian Life than their counterparts to the South, aka ticking time bombs prone to explode at the drop of military-style semi-automatic assault rife. TOYS begins by showing a mixed group of Canadian tykes goggling a vacuous cocktail party being conducted by a gaggle of carefree Ken's and Barbie's. However, the mood soon sobers, as all the Ken's are sent overseas into a vicious war zone. Realistic sound effects horrify the kids, as some of the Ken's are ripped limb-from-limb by tank and artillery shells, land mines and aerial bombings. However, for the surviving Ken's, the upbeat party music eventually resumes, with the sadder but not much wiser dudes dealing the chicks once again. By ingraining such lessons about recognizing when it's time to forget the past and move on--rather than wallowing in P. T. S. D., like their southerly neighbors--upon impressionable youngsters, Canada commits a rare display of Common Sense.