Loved this show. Horace Horrible was my favorite. I remember looking everywhere for his action figure but Kiddie City and KB had never even heard of the line. I finally found a talking Horace, good as new, at somebody�s yard sale, though I didn�t see a house around and never saw those people again. I was pretty excited, and ran right to my friend�s house to gloat.
When his mom answered the door, she let out the most guttural scream I�d ever heard, absolutely scaring the shit out of me. She told me to get lost with �that thing� and slammed the door in my face. My kid-logic concluded that she must have known I bought a toy from a stranger completely unsupervised, and that it must have been an even more serious crime than I thought.
So, I did my best to keep Horace hidden, especially from my own parents, but his voice chip was pretty damn loud, and every so often he�d go off by himself, like his battery was dying. My mom kept asking if Marble (our cat) was in my room�I don�t know how you mistake that goofy chuckling for a cat.
It was subtle at first, but after a few days he started to smell weird. His voice kept getting weaker and more garbled, and his joints kept getting looser like they were ready to drop off. I was afraid of getting caught and we didn�t have trash pickup, so I did what a rational child does when he thinks he has contraband and buried it in the woods.
I never found another one or figured out what was wrong with him, but it�s the weirdest thing; a tree grew where I left him, I shit you not, in just a couple weeks. It never grew leaves and it never got much taller than me, but it�s there to this day, and every summer it swarms with disturbing numbers of flies.
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