Back in the 90s, when the Furby was originally launched, a friend of mine bought one. She tired of it quickly and happily passed it along to her mother, who was very taken with the endlessly squawking bug eyed toy and the Furby promptly took up residence on the coffee table in this friend’s living room, where it and her mother (who was unemployed) would spend their days chatting. The electronic soul sucker had soon dropped all traces of its original ‘Furbish’ language in favor of a slightly ‘southern-fried’ vocabulary instead. It also became enamored of the family’s cordless phone, which sat beside it on the coffee table all day…to the point where it began to mimic the cordless phone’s ringtone. Additionally, though I never saw them in the house, the demon toy also latched onto the word ‘banana.’ At random intervals this possessed possession would launch itself into a fit of maniacal laughter, ring like the telephone several times, and round out the performance with an ear splitting chorus of “BANANA BANANA BANANA!!!” Which was mildly annoying when it happened during the dinner hour…but was totally unsettling when it occurred at 3:00 AM.
Somehow this particular item ended up getting run over by a semi- truck in the drive way…an incident about which I may or may not have additional knowledge.
- HistoryDiva
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