You’re all familiar with Furbies, right? They’re the little weird gremlin-looking electronic dolls that can “talk”. They also have all sorts of sensors all over their body so they can tell when it’s dark, when there’s been a loud noise, when they’re upside down, etc.
So I’m packing today (the move is tomorrow…YIKES!) and I throw all of my daughter’s stuffed animals in a big labeled garbage bag and tie it off. Moments later, I hear Furby:
“Mama? It DARK! Mama? ME NO LIKE!”
(shudder)
So I dig around for the damn thing and tip it upside down to unscrew it’s batteries. It was a teeny little Phillip’s head screw, and I only had a giant screwdriver, so it was hard to get at. During the whole process, Furby was yeowling:
“WHOA! Me SCARED! ME NO LIKE! ME VERY SCARED!”
Lord, I’ve got the creeps. I’m afraid the fuckin’ Furby is going to come kill me in my sleep.
I feel your pain. I got gifted one of those buggers as a joke and it sits my dresser. When I’m in a bad mood, I like to wake it up and torture it for a while.
My parents have a couple of furbies. When we visited them my three-year old “fed” them gummy bears or something. This got their mouths stuck open, so they talked CONSTANTLY until we figured out what had happened.
Those things come into my house over my dead body. Of course, if they DID come into our house, the cats would probably make short work of them.
Those things are so stupid. One of my friend got one, and, after a few weeks, it drove her nuts, so she killed it by throwing it down the stairs. I have also seen people blow up furbies. it was highly amusing.
My old flatmate had one . I remember one night when I was on my own in the flat watching t.v. and getting very stoned when the little bastard on the bookshelf opened his eyes. It scared the living crap out of me . I had to put it on the window ledge.
Friend coming back from a camping trip last summer, kids tired and cranky and arguing. She said the kids would cease and desist periodically (Dad: I’m going to pull this van over right now!) – but they didn’t calm down entirely until the furby said shut up!
She says that particular furby had never spoken before.
I watched a “live” Furby be set on fire at a picnic with kerosene - no, it didn’t scream in terror and anguish. Although I would have paid good money to hear it do so.
Maybe it was a rip from the Twilight Zone, but I keep thinking of the Evil Krusty doll that tried to kill Homer. I wish the Furby had a “Good/Evil” switch in it’s ass like the Krusty doll!