Haunted by Furbies

In the comments yesterday, one of you (you know who you are) said he had a good mental image of being haunted by furbies. It wasn't a figure of speech. My house is infested with the creepy cute little creatures! 

Staring eyes everywhere.

The Ginja Ninja and Jr. Mad Scientist started collecting the retro toys a while back. Maybe a year ago? Less than that, I think. It seems longer. 

The nonsensical call of the Furbs rolls through every room.

The thing is, it's actually kind of cool, because the girls don't just collect the little monsters. 

Empty skins crumpled and hollowly mocking.

They buy them up in job lots, then spend rather a lot of time skinning, peeling, shucking, and then putting them back together again. Cleaner, faster... working again. 

Peeled Furbs aren't as naked as they get, oh no!

They customize them as well, and then sell them to a community of collectors that doesn't value the toys in their pristine condition, but strangely prefers the novelty of mutated and evolved Furbs. 

This? This is a truly naked furby. Stripped of all semblance of cute.

The girls collect some for themselves, of course, so at any given time there are dozens around the house, mostly in their bedroom, but some lurk around every corner in the Nut House. And you laughed when I adopted that name for this place. 

It stares, but sees nothing.

There's no limit to what they can make out of a Furb, it seems. We've had Thanos, witches, Chewbacca, and a goblin, and Pokemon evolutions, and I don't know what a MooShroom is, but we've got that too. 

Plusie and Minusie, PokeFurbs. Custom creations of the Jr. Mad Scientist as befits her nickname.

MooShroom Furb and a DinoFurb, creations of the Ginja Ninja, who has taught herself to sew and sculpt to create furby modifications.

They're everywhere! Everywherre!! Muahahahhahaaa! 

Ahem. 

We look forward to the day the girls move out, and we get our house back. I'm absolutely certain, however, that there will still be a furby, lurking somewhere in the shadows, waiting. Waiting. Patiently watching. Until the time is right... 

This is a tie. A bolo tie. Really. I'm not joking!