What's not to like?

 Let's see here. He's a wrestler, tattooed, masked, is half dead, looks pissed off and has a cape. Yep, that pretty much describes the best toy I can imagine.

He's part of a clan called Bic Buddies. A name that makes no sense to me unless they're sponsored by the lighter company.

I'm not sure where the shape of the head comes from, but it reminds me of the old Apple computers.

Take a look at those chompers!

Wait, is that an artichoke coming after me?

No, it's not an artichoke, it's Yira: Dragon of Doom. That's right, not just a dragon, but a dragon of Doom. Plain ol' dragons beware.

This is in all ways a fabulous creature. For years he resided on top of our TV, and whenever the tube became too insufferable, which was often., it was relieving to look up and bask in Yira's glory.

Yira craves a lot of space, and he doesn't play well with others, but we've found him a good spot atop our old record collection, where he stomps back and forth and doesn't cause too much trouble.



Why so sad?

This is Luke Chueh Mecha Sad Bear. Mr. Chueh as made a career out of putting sad faces on cute stuff, and also often splattering them with blood. Thumbs up for that.

What's Mecha Bear up to here? Is he looking for a hand shake, a hug. Most likely he's looking to take a giant bite out of your neck.

 Wait! Don't leave me alone!

Damn, there goes another meal... um I mean friend.

Cutest mecha tail ever. 

All systems are GO!

Who let that guy in here? It took me a whole day to clean up the last time these two got together.

Again I ask What the hell is he?

I'll gladly admit, that I'm a sucker for anything black, orange and evil, and Zugan here meets all three requirements, but besides that he's also really weird. Of coarse weird is another thing I'm a sucker for.

What is that collar he's got? Is it an ashtray or a toilet seat? He's not telling, and believe me I've asked.







And what's with the clunky, square feet? How's he supposed to get around on them?


Could that be why he's so damn fat? Lack of exercise because of poorly developed feet.

Fat, clunky and challanged in the collar area he may be, but I'm still sure he could kick my as, if he could be bothered.

I found him down trodden and wimpering in a glass cage in Japan. Those bastards. I quickly bribed his tormentors, and whisked him off to our peaceful toy reserve here in Copenhagen. He's been cocky and happy ever since.

8 inches tall and made of vinyl = Hipster extraordinaire

Meet Alphonzo everybody. He's inked up, blinged out and has his own pants designed by Nina Rossi (at least that what it says on the box). So why is he sweating and clenching his teeth? Aren't his eyes horribly dilated? Is this retro bad ass coked up to the gills?

Tattoo boy here joined our happy family on a trip to Milan four years ago. Not sure what was better, finding this Bad Boy or seeing The Last Supper. Yeah right, like Di Vinci can hold a candle to  a bare chested qee cat, with real cloth pants by Nina Rossi and a diamond studded belt.

Can the root of evil be this cute?

These two vinyl buddies joined the clan on a pilgrimage til Trader Vic's in Hamburg many years ago. As is reguired when tiki hunting in a city notorious for sin, it was a riotous trip. Beds were peed in, faces were slapped, too much was drunken, rock 'n' roll music was bought, people disappeared in areas of ill repute and old men went early to bed.

In the middle of all the fun, we also found ourselves in a skate shop, where these two grabed my attention.

Now this was all before my addiction had properly revealed itself, and I innocently thought a couple of two inch vinyl toys couldn't possible cause any harm. I bet my wife would love to go back and stop that little purchase.

So were these two pawns of World Industries the evil seed that lead to our humble home becoming over grown with toys? It could well be. I remember one of my friends commenting at the time, that I had a silly grin on my face from the moment I laid eyes on the flamming duo. Truth be told, I still get the same grin every time I notice them standing on the shelf by the end of my bed.

What the hell is he?

What the fuck is this guy all about? Is he a mummy? A ninja? An ultimate fighter? An upside down heart with arms and legs?

He's TyGun, and he's obviously a badass. I found him in one of those cool stall shops in Japan, and there was never any doubt he belonged collecting dust in my home.

Is it just me, or do these his orbs look like breasts?

TyGun has no ass?

Watch out, he's comin' to get ya.

Unlikely bed fellows

I found this big guy at the Frederiksberg flea market. I've been to that flea market hundreds of times, and this is by far the coolest thing I've found there. I have no idea where this bad boy comes from, but I'm glad I found him.

This next little fella is Lei Gong, the God of Thunder. He's like the anti Gene Simmons, and I couldn't resist a god in thongs. I think he was cheap, and that's probably the main reason I brought him home.

I don't remember what brought them together, but they've been bound by a cheap wreath of plastic flowers for a few years now.