This reminds me of one of my little cousin's TF toys. I can't tell who the unfortunate soul is because he's missing both arms, a leg and his head. T_T; I just know he's several shades of grey. I about died because he held him up all proud and happily told me he had a TF toy too. The poor, poor thing. TAT
Don't worry Inferno! We'll find your arms! Or take a 'Con's. They don't need arms.
Broken toys have a special place in my heart, mostly as I've already had to fix two of mine now. I hope your little cousin's prized dismembered toy isn't a Bluestreak ... I think that would break my heart
awwww. reminds me of my Donatello who was missing his legs for the longest time... Or was it Leonardo? Lesseee..... Raph disappeared into the hedge.... and Mike was safely kept under my pillow for a year. Ok Think it was Leo missing the legs. Don lasted the longest in the aerial battles off the clothes line against the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and sailed eventually over the garage into the neighbor's yard and was never seen again. He fought bravely though. Mike was spared through my favoritism, but he did get gnawed on a bit at the elbows and mask when I hid him from my little brother in my pet rats' nesting box so he couldn't he drafted for battle. My squeaky dolphin went to war instead. He was the bestest squeaky flying dolphin ever to be slung shot off the clothes line.
I will be quiet now... >.> before the men in white coats and the snug fitting jacket show up.
Don't worry, the men in white coats have already been here and none of them left alive. Unless those guys just respawn somewhere ...
Man, that makes me wish we'd had a clothesline when I was a kid, that sounds so fun! But nooooo, my parents had to be modern and have a dryer We did have a laundry chute though ... many a brave toy explored worlds unknown by being dropped down it onto a pile of dirty socks
And then there were the epic battles of Batman and She-Ra in the space behind the collapsible armrest in the old Toyota ... Good times
oh we had a dryer too. But in the summer it made the house all hot, so outside it went. We lived in Southern California, so you can imagine the weather for it.
We only had a one story house so no laundry chutes unfortunately. hehe and we couldn't play with our toys in the car because we only had dad's work truck for a while. We were pretty hard on our toys. When I saw Toy Story for the first time I bawled and felt HORRIBLE and wished we still had the poor pieces of our ninja turtles still. I think mom had them in storage when we finally moved out and gave them away to younger cousins. But my dinosaurs are still somewhere and I've been collecting fairies and monsters in the last year. And Dragons. I has some Awesome Dragons.
I used to watch TMNT catoons with one of the neighbour kids who babysat me. He also taught me how to play the oldschool Super Mario games (I'm still horrible at it). I loved that stuff until social pressure forced me to believe I was only supposed to like girly things. What a terrible few years of my life that was.
I remember only a handful of my toys as a kid. I know we had piles of stuffed animals, and people gave me Barbies all the time that I never played with (those things freaked me the hell out ... "Uncanny Valley" only half describes it). But of toys I actually really loved and personified, there weren't many. Most of them were my brother's ... some hotwheels and action figures and lots of those floppy plastic lizards. I had a distinct lack of cool toys of my own. It's really hard to have epic adventures with Baby-Pees-A-Lot and that freaky cat-doll that had baby kittens you had to rip out of her velcro stomach.
I think the most prosperous toy-time of my life is right now with my handful of awesome little dudes here. We're very happy together
hehe I have to admit I had a lot of My Little Ponies. I haven't gotten back into the new style, but I'm slow that way.
And Carebears. Carebears riding dinosaurs. I also had a ton of stuffed animals and still do in a box somewhere in storage. The Barbies were given away to cousins. I had more fun with the furniture than the dolls I think. I remember barbie's red corvette being the ultimate war machine and rescue vehicle for all our toys. since I had a little brother 5 years younger than me, we would mix up all our toys. GI Joes would ride My Little Ponies or some other model horse with rainbow and pink hair. I didn't have any of those birthing pets but I did have some pound puppies. wonder whatever happened to those...