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Well, that’s horrible

Well, that’s. Hm. Really ugly.

According to the auction listing, it was made in Sussex in the Thirties, not licensed by Disney, and was therefore subject to a vicious patent dispute. Hence, they are rare (£80 – £120 kind of rare).

Where have I seen this nightmare-inducing figure before? Oh, yeah. My blog.


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: August 31, 2021, 7:54 pm

I’m guessing that another reason for their rarity is that the kids they were purchased for discovered that when the dolls were doused with a little lighter fluid they burned gloriously.

…Assuming those kids were anything at all like me and my pals.

edit p.s. — If it’s any reassurance, we never burned anything belonging to a non-participant. Even accidentally.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: September 1, 2021, 12:34 pm

Man after my own heart Uncle Al.

We discovered with firecrackers that confined, uh, excited particle events (that’s like ‘gain of function’ as a definition for weaponizing) did way more, hmm, material degradation then we expected.
If memory serves the radically disassembled model was a Heinkel 111.

Also Tennis ball cannons and incidents with petrol too numerous to itemize.

As for the Mickey – well, he might have been called a mouse, but I think we can all agree he was far too large to be called a mouse. So, the doll looks very much like what he really was doesn’t it?
But you can hardly found an empire with Mickey Rat as your totemic symbol.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: September 1, 2021, 1:57 pm

What amazes me is that Mickey still has tremendous appeal to rug rats even today. My niece has a little boy 3, going on 4. He is a total Mickey Mouse fan. I don’t know for sure but I don’t think that the Mick, er, the Mouse has a huge media presence these days… so what’s the appeal?

There must a be someone out there who has done their thesis on this….

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