But his Mama is the type of gal that has dreams about these sort of toys going bad. Evil bad. That is one of the many reasons I abhor puppets. Those jerky, quasi-life like movements are uber creepy. So far, so good with our giganto Buzz and Woody dolls, but a small part of me is still afraid that I'll wake up with this face hovering by the side of my bed:
with a knife.
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Reminds me of "Talking Tina" on the twilight zone.
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