Freaky Furby

You know how you had that one toy in your bedroom as a kid that kinda creeped you out once your parents turned out the lights and tucked you in for the night?  Mine was a clown who I swear glared at me from his perch high up on my bookcase.  (Special thanks to Poltergeist for that little childhood fear.)  But now that I’m an adult (allegedly anyway), my daughter has a toy that I fear will be smothering me with a pillow sometime when I wake up in the middle of the night.

This eerie little creature is none other than the Furby.  He moves and he talks and he changes personalities depending on how you treat him.  And even though we are often kind to him by rubbing his belly and scratching behind his ears, wouldn’t ya know that he’s usually demonstrating his asshole personality!  The thing literally screams and throws temper tantrums!  Cause another meltdown is TOTALLY what a parent needs to deal with, right?

And for the life of me, I cannot figure out how to turn the damn thing off!!!  There appears to be absolutely no ON/OFF switch whatsoever.  He’ll eventually “go to sleep” if you ignore him for so many minutes, but waiting for that to happen is like watching paint dry.  So I’ve often shoved him in a closet upstairs and closed the door to drown out his obnoxiousness.

If you don’t believe me, just watch for yourselves:

And yes, I would most definitely get rid of the creepy critter if it weren’t for the fact that my daughter thinks he’s really cool.  Plus, he just so happens to be a special Christmas gift from her Grammy.  So, unfortunately, I’m stuck waiting for either her to outgrow him or for the furry little freak to gobble me up in my sleep one of these nights.  Keeping my fingers crossed for the former…..

 

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9 Responses to Freaky Furby

  1. Rob F says:

    Sounds like a job for Goatdog.

  2. Okay, this cracked me up! This is EXACTLY why the Missus and I didn’t join the “Elf on the Shelf” Cult this year. That fiendish grin on his face says to me “I’ll be waking some time after midnight. I’m going to start with the dogs, so I can keep things real quiet. Then I’ll move to your son’s room…” No thank you!
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    • nuckingfutsmama says:

      We’ve done the Elf on the Shelf for the past 4 years, & it really is kind of creepy (not to mention a total pain in the ass). :)

  3. Anne says:

    I remember when those dumbass things were all the rage. Does it take batteries? take those our. Or I’m sure a hammer would work. ;-)

  4. Teri says:

    Two words: Fucking Creepy.
    I don’t know why I never came here before but you’ve got a new follower!! (don’t worry, you’ll never see me hiding in the bushes outside your house with my own Furby).

    • nuckingfutsmama says:

      Ha! You can totally hide out in the bushes — just not with a Furby. ;-) So glad you found my kooky little site — hope to keep ya coming back for more!

  5. My daughter has a furby, but we sent it to daddy’s house.
    Unfortunately, my son got a Woody doll from toy story, with pull string and all. Last night I went to turn the light on in his room (because he is too scared to go in and turn the light on himself) I’m a half a second from pulling the light cord on the ceiling fan when woody shouts “Hey Howdie Hey!” I ran from the room light still not turned on. Nobody else was in the room….the damn thing in possessed! So babe slept in our bed because I’m too scared of woody. Lol

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