Okay… Here’s the scene. Sitting down to relax and watch a movie with hubby on a Friday night. (Men of Honor… GREAT movie)!!!
Keep hearing wierd stuff in a french accent on and off, slowly reducing the interval speed. By the time the movie’s over, I’m going out of my mind. All I now hear is… “CUT THE CHEESE” in french accent. I take a shower, come out, and in rapid fire, echoing through the house is, “cut the cheese…Yum…the cheese…cut the cheese…Yum… the cut the Yum the cheese.” etc…
Finally… searching through the house, I find in a toilet upstairs, the “Blues Clues” refrigerator toy, with Mr. Salt yelling… “Yum the cheese…Yu Yum Yum…the ch ch ch cheese… the cheeese…the Yum… BARK… Yum BARK…the cheese.”…
Shaking, I find a screwdriver and attempt to remove the damn batteries with this thing squawking at me the whole time… FINALLY PEACE!!!
Sometimes I hate my mom for sending these annoying toys here… almost as much as I can’t stand my daughter throwing annoying toys in the toilet. Can’t blame her too much, as I’m sure it annoyed her too, but the toilet just made it worse.
Any other good “I hate this toy cuz it broke” stories??
Not a broken toy story, but a lost toy story.
Couple of years ago whilst looking for Christmas presents for my various Nieces and Nephews, I happened upon Mr. Bucket. It’s a motorized bucket that you fill with colored plastic balls, it spits the balls out randomly and the kiddies pick them up with little shovels and drop them back in the top. Seems like a neat toy for a 3yr old.
My niece opens it up and seems really excited, “It’s Mr. Bucket!!!” My sister (her mom) says “Oh, boy! Mr. Bucket! Good thing uncle Dan found it since we lost the last one…”
Apparently, in addition to spraying little plastic balls all over the place, it makes all these grinding and dinging sounds the whole time it’s on. I wonder how long it took this Mr. Bucket to get ‘lost’?
Oh, Cheesesteak, I assume you don’t have little Cheesesteaks of your own?
Ever hear the phrase, “Payback’s a bitch” ?
Just you wait. I spent years giving my nieces the messy and noisy and annoying toys (fingerpaints, toy pianos, talking dolls, etc).
Then I had kids of my own. My sisters gleefully bought all the same messy, noisy, annoying toys for my kids.
::laughing and pointing at Cheesesteak::
Just you wait! 
We also have a Blue’s Clue’s game that’s possessed. You have to find whatever Steve is giving clues for…a flat square gameboard with pictures of Mailbox, Salt & Pepper, Shovel & Pail, Thinking Chair, stuff like that from the show. Steve’s voice gives clues (“It doesn’t talk, it’s in the bedroom”) while you press the pictures. When you find the right one, it plays the little BC theme, and then starts all over again. If you don’t play it for a minute or so, it shuts off with a little “Bye-Bye” from Blue, but the damn thing has a habit of starting up all on its own…in the middle of the night. I can hear it clear out in the living room, “It’s in the backyard, it’s small, it talks…”
It’s gonna get “lost” real soon.