Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2018/12/18/yellies-toy-spiders-the-lou.html
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The perfect toy for an aunt or uncle to gift their favorite siblings children.
Working as designed.
How about a teddy bear that dispenses candy when you stick a fork in a wall outlet, or a race car that follows tracks of human feces ground into the carpet?
Yellies toy spiders: “The louder you yell, the faster they move”
Oh, the possibilities for nasty-nice gift giving, all cloaked in the plausible deniability of “…but but but… I only wanted to give Little Darling the must-have toy of the year!”
So sad no one thought to add a link to Lucas the Spider.
I’m thinking my kids might have a stash of these I’m unaware of?
maybe a little electronic spider thats power source feeds off of screams of terror…
Pretty sure that was a Stephen King short story.
My father (a vindictive cuss) used to be fond of giving a drum set to the children of business associates he didn’t like. Seems like a more compact modernized version of that here.
A relative once gave my young nephew a drum for his birthday. I was lucky enough to witness the horrified look on my sister’s and brother-in-law’s faces when the gift was unwrapped.
What a fucking terrible idea!
Only masochists or sadists would buy these for kids.
Just awful.
Destined to overtake the drum set as the most annoying toy to give a small child.
Pee Wee Herman’s show used to have a segment where they told the kids watching it to scream at the mention of a secret word. Pee Wee said they had the secret word because he enjoyed the thought of kids screaming early in the morning, waking everyone up.
I just realized my cat works on the same principle. The louder I scream, the faster she moves.
Now, the Evil Genius thing to do is to use it to your advantage. Teach your child that being loud makes the spider run after them, then the next time they’re being too noisy, “Do I hear the pitter patter of spider feet coming this way?”
This was circulating for a while.
NOOOOOOO!!!
Too many circles of hell included in that abomination.
I’d figured out “Let It Go” and was playing it on the kids’ recorders, sans book. But then, I’m the kind of parent that might buy Yellies. (Caveat: the pendulum swings both ways and on a different day, e.g. Dec. 26th, I’m as likely to crush Yellies underfooot)