Furby Toys...Yeah, You Remember Them

I recently got my hands on a Furby doll from the late 90's.  I don't think I could put into words just how excited I was for this!  I was never one of those lucky children who had a Furby doll when I was kid, but when I think back to my childhood, I never really had a strong urge to have one.  Thank god I didn't either.  The thing is demented.

Don't know what I'm talking about?  Let me boost your memory:

Yeah, that little guy.  Furby was a huge craze, especially in 1998 when they were first introduced.  They were THE toy to have that holiday season and prices would range on these little guys from $35 - hundreds of dollars depending on how rare they were.

When your first purchased your Furby doll, he would not be able to speak any English.  He would speak a language called Furbish.  But don't be alarmed! Furby would come with a dictionary so you could understand what he was saying.  Why don't women have one of these!?!  The more time you spent interacting with your toy, the quicker he would learn English.  Soon enough you raised a full fledged and completely fluent psycho path killer in your own home.  But he was cute, so that was all that mattered right?

Anyway, my girlfriend and I  found her old Furby doll in the basement of her mom's home.  We immediately took it home and fuelled it up with 4 AA batteries (that seems like a lot, doesn't it?).  The thing started flapping its ears, blinking its eyes and opening its mouth violently.  The mechanical gears inside the beast were spinning like mad, but there was no sound coming out of his mouth.  We took the batteries out and left the little guy on the top of the bookcase, figuring we would leave him as a creepy token of our childhood.

We had a few friends over and decided to try the thing out again.  This time he decided to speak.  There's nothing more scary than sitting there in silence and then hearing a muffled voice from the corner of the room proclaiming "Furby loooooves you! Heh. Heh. Heh."

Currently Furby is broken because I had fed him too much.  I think he's full.  However, I'm still fascinated by this little devil.  I think it's because I never had one as a child.  I plan to get him back into working condition soon. Although part of me would love to get a brand new one and explore what it's like to develop one of these things from "birth" so-to-speak.

Or maybe I'm just carzy.

Until next time!

Or as Furby would say "Night, night! Heh. Heh. Heh."