Bought a Furby a few years ago. Played with it, thought it was cute and left it up on the entertainment center. few of my friends kids would visit from time to time, play with the critter, put it back...no biggie.
Last night, at about 315am, the lil bugger "wakes up" singing and dancing...and falling off the entertainment center, into my DVD collection, which is turn tumbles over..which scares the cat, which knocks down a lamp, which makes a crashing sound....oh what a mess.
I dive out of bed thinking someone busted in, so with rifle in hand, I flick on a light and see one helluva mess, a scared cat and a frickin' singing Furby. The furby's battery cover is screwed on and the bugger keeps on singing and wiggling and all that crap. A few butts from the rifle and Mr Furby looks like he met a garbage disposal.
sigh.
I shoulda shot the damn thing lol
I hate Furbys