Evil I Tell You

How many of you owned one of the original Furbys? And do you plan on getting yourself another since the rebirth of the new generation?

The answer in our household is we owned one, and as far as owning another goes, Cindy says “Aint no chance in the world” I actually toned Cindys real answer down a bit, since this is a Family program, and just in case there is a Furby reading this, we really wouldn’t want them to be repeating her true answer, you know since they were banned for being a national security risk and all, we sure don’t want Cindy to be dragged down that road with them.

My Dad mailed Cindy her very own Furby for Christmas back when they first came out, she opened her gift on Christmas morning to find a cute little creature in her package, cute as far as something that looked like a cross between a hamster and an furry owl goes, she was tickled and had fun playing with it at first, she called everyone she knew and told them all about this Furby and how much fun it was going to be.

I really don’t remember the name this one came with, but the name it ended up carrying was evil. She had fun getting it to interact with her, at first repeating words and sounds she gave it, I think it actually taught her a bit of the furbish language it came programmed with, so for a while it was hard to tell who was training who, it was all fun and games until it finally began to argue with her, and she became fluent in furbish.

At first it was cute, but cute only goes so far, she picked up the phone and called all her friends to tell them how the Furby was arguing with her, she laughed and laughed because it was still funny at the time.

Then the day came when I arrived home from work, you know that something has gone wrong when the front door is standing open, the furniture is turned over, papers are thrown all over the floor, and in the background all you hear is the whistle of a tea kettle on the stove.

Walking into the dining room, I see my wife backed into the corner standing on a kitchen chair, the other chairs are lying across the floor and standing about three feet in front of Cindy is her cute little Furby, the look of fear on her face told me something bad had obviously happened.

I picked up the Furby and asked her what was going on, she pointed and stuttered “That thing is evil, I can’t make it stop talking” I laughed and said all you have to do is turn it off, I flipped the switch to the off position and sat it on the table, Cindy pointed and said “it is evil I tell you..” and the Furby repeated "EVIL"

I checked the switch to see that I evidently hadn’t turned it off after all, I switched it off once again and we left it sitting on the table for the night, the next morning as I left for work, Cindy was already on the phone talking to her friends discussing the best way to shut up a Furby.

When I came home from work that night the Furby was sitting on the counter, its little eyes were closed and it was not saying a word, Cindy was so proud, she told me that the answer to stopping the Furby was simple, she had talked to all her friends on the phone, they had called one another back and forth all day long discussing the problem and finally came up with an answer, she simply had to remove the batteries.

We had a good laugh and I asked her, so what have you been doing since you removed his batteries. The Furby opened its eyes, turned to look at us and in a low robotic voice said, Ring, Ring, Ha Ha.

Not really sure what happened to that Furby, because once we got ourselves together and walked all the way back home, he was gone.

That thing was evil I tell you evil.