it's BACK!
Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the spare room, it re-emerges from its grave.This time, though, it started talking completely on its own. I swear nobody has opened that closet door for weeks. And it has been without batteries for several years.
The Resident Offspring thought we should put it in the bag of stuff that is going to Goodwill, but I told her it was irresponsible to give away haunted toys. We thought about burying it in the backyard, but who knows what kinds of events that would set off.
The cat tried ripping its head off, but it just kept blinking and saying "Oooooh, loud noise! Me sleep. Again. Wooowooowooowooowooowooo!" The cat is now thoroughly freaked out.
We may have to bring in a priest.
posted by Barbara Bruederlin @ 8:50 PM
15 comments:
LOL! Send it to Devon. I bet he could make a decent horror flick using that :O)
Good grief. They really are horrific aren't they? The noise they make when they go a bit 'offline' is just awful. Drown it.
I never did trust those things. You know, the Furbees should have had their own movie just like the Gremlins. Gizmo, eat your heart out!
Scary for sure, but better than find Stephen Harper in there, batteries still in order
oMy niece and nephew have one of those teddy ruxpins that scare the shit out of me. I swear it's going to attack me one ofthese days after they go to sleep and I'm alone in a big dark house... save me.
Good god, that is horrifying! Get yourself an old priest and young priest as soon as humanly possible!
Do you suppose that squirrel that flew into your window was just trying to warn you? Or the woodpecker? Sheeeesh Barb the warnings are coming fast and furious. You had better drop that thing off in the woods... Pronto.
Spooooky.
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That's a good plan, Mel. That cursed thing could be a star.
Looking for a burlap sack and some rocks as we speak, Kees.
It's really only a matter of time till Hollywood comes calling, I figure, Todd.
I could be making a job about leaving Stephen Harper in the closet right about now, Gifted, but I don't want to offend my closeted friends.
Shall I send over the Furbee to keep you company in the big dark house, Karen? It's a good talker.
Two priests, good plan, Strawberry Blondie, always good to have a spare one in case there is a need to sacrifice something.
And all the time I thought the wildlife was out to get me, Sean! They were actually my friends. Oh the irony!
all you need is a good hammer
I say run it over with your car, throw the pieces into a couple of two-liter bottles and cast them into the nearest body of water so they can never be recombined.
But if someone did put it back together... well, then it would likely come back... so maybe it isn't the best plan.
Creeepy! Time for someone to get a little unexpected gift in the mail, I think.
(NOT ME! Of course, NOT ME.) :)
I hope this doesn't make a reappearance when I'm visiting. Terrifying. ;)
Or dynamite, Kelly.
I think maybe I need to make a trip around the globe, leaving a piece of the cursed thing in every country I visit, MC. I hear that works.
Don't go putting thoughts into my head, Justrun. You may not like what you've started.
Furbee just said it wants to sleep in your room while you are here, Al. Weird, it's never said anything like that before.
this made my day... well, my week really
awesome
You'd think differently if you had one of these demons in your house, Stephanie.
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