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2013-06-05 06:02:50 by HappyHarry
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Here is a neat Frankenstein* action figure that I had as a kid (note: this is not an actual picture of the one I had, mine was obviously out of package for most of the time we spent together).

One prominent memory I have about the figure was receiving it from my mother when I was aged about 4 or 5, as a surprise gift. As a kid that regularly asked for (and received) action figures outside of the normal occasions like birthdays and Christmas, it was extra surprising to get something like this when I had not asked for it, as you'd think that my mother would have exploited every occasion that I did not ask to be bought toys...by not buying me toys.

This was (to my apparent lasting delight) not the case this time round and Frankenstein was mine without even the modicum of effort required to pester anyone for him (I scored the 4 original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in a similarly unexpected fashion) and this unanticipated introduction to "Frankie" led me to ask questions.

Not being well versed in 19th century gothic literature or Universal horror movies as a 4-5 year old, I had immediate questions as to the origin of this pallid, hulking icon I held in my paws.

"Where did it come from?" I asked, referring to the figure.

I hadn't posed my question particularly well, and suspect I may not have even known what I meant when asking it, and that was the problem. I had grown up in the age of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Ghostbusters, Beetlejuice etc, and all of my favourite toys had associated media explaining the characters and their worlds.

These characters had cool origins.

I saw the toys of said characters, not just as toys, but as plastic representations of beings with real personalities and goals. Having not yet been exposed to any Frankenstein related media I couldn't see the thing in my hands as anything but a toy, and this literal mindset had led me to posit an equally literal question.

I was not asking who had made Frankenstein, I was asking who made the toy. This, my mother missed...

"Oh...a doctor, an evil man in a laboratory made him" .

This stuck with me for years. I can't remember why I didn't choose to continue the line of questioning after this bombshell (perhaps I did and have forgotten where it went) but what is to be sure, is that I now totally believed that the toy I owned (not the character) was the product of some demented toy making lunatic. I pictured a lank haired, shabby man in some sort of action figure laboratory/jail cell putting together toy after toy to be shipped off to Woolworths as some sort of punishment for unspeakable, still possibly toy related crimes. Was the evil genius biding his time with playthings until the world itself would become his plaything in some sort of devilish bid for universal power? Were the toys dormant minions that would awaken and turn on their owners in force when their master called for it? Was I now a minion of evil myself for owning such a thing?

The answer is probably no to all of those questions. For those who care to know, the toy was in fact manufactured by a company called Imperial who almost certainly did not make a habit of employing supervillains planning world conquest. One thing, however, was now for certain...

My toy had a pretty cool origin.

*I've never gone in for the whole "Frankenstein's Monster" thing. I know the monster itself is not called "Frankenstein" but it's a convenient shorthand that keeps me from going in to too much detail...much like this.

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OdellAtkinsonOdellAtkinson

2013-06-05 06:31:51

There was a commercial in the states for Skittles. An old farmer takes a dusty old wheel barrow into an empty dry field. He scoops a side of dirt away and plants one of each color of skittle, I believe he waters it. And after moments a rainbow BURSTS into the sky showering skittles into barrels the old man had prepared.

I did the same and waited eagerly.
Nothing, naturally.

The next time my mother was gracious enough to get me a bag of candy I took one of each color into hand and thought "The last batch must have been bad... These will work and I'll have millions of skittles!"
Then decided yeah, but I'd rather have flavor in my mouth now and ate them.
I love that immediate satisfaction that you HAD to have as a kid. Hehehe.


suchosucho

2013-06-05 07:53:11

that skittles commercial was sweet, at the very least i bet you grew mountains of ants.

i like that frankenstein had the decency to dress his monster, and the laziness to not do up all of his jacket buttons.


RagnarokiaRagnarokia

2013-06-05 08:57:57

If the views on toys being tortured by being thrown into stores, then what ever did all the poundland action figures do to deserve such overwhelming badly manufactured punishment, such thoughts are perhaps best left unknown to innocent minds.


LuisLuis

2013-06-05 09:12:28

i really wish sucho hadnt mentioned the buttons. now its really bugging me.


TomFulpTomFulp

2013-06-05 09:57:11

That bottom button is close to the monster's private parts, maybe Dr. Frankenstein didn't want to bump anything and feel like a perv.


NecroionutwizNecroionutwiz

2013-06-05 11:08:11

i think the last button was left like that to attract Frankenchicks xD


MindChamberMindChamber

2013-06-05 11:14:29

great story,.. I cried a bit.


HipnikDragomirHipnikDragomir

2013-06-05 12:53:37

Interesting story. Nothing like the mind of a child.

This would make a good cartoon c: .... lest you'd rather not


RAYO1998RAYO1998

2013-06-05 13:18:29

WOOOOOOOOOO O-O ME GUSTA


JayJay

2013-06-05 20:11:19

I like this story, it's funny thinking about how our brains worked as a child, what we assumed people meant and all that. I still do things like this sometimes even though I'm an adult, haha. And that is a pretty cool action figure to receive as a kid.


SpikeVallentineSpikeVallentine

2013-06-05 21:10:37

dat memory


YoutubeIsawesomeYoutubeIsawesome

2013-06-06 01:24:12

Make an animation about it


deathinkdeathink

2013-06-06 10:45:52

I still have all my old Ghostbusters. Every once in a while I pull them out and play with them. I keep the four originals in the ecto-1 with four proton packs stuffed into the trunk. Its odd because when I put them away (without thinking) I put them in "there" seats. Some kind of back story from when I played with them as a child determent there seating arrangement.


Manly-ChickenManly-Chicken

2013-06-06 12:29:43

I still have my pokemon yellow gameboy color with pokemon yellow.game works great, gameboy's speakers are broke but at least it takes headphones.


theonewingedangel234theonewingedangel234

2013-06-06 16:31:02

i still have all my power rangers toys the power rangers from season one tho


weasleblastweasleblast

2013-06-08 00:13:40

you just teased an animation didn't you? DIDN'T YOU!? *wink wink, nudge nudge, know what i mean?*


CyberdevilCyberdevil

2013-06-11 07:01:31

Interesting story. It's fun giving kids (IOW, my nephew) things when they don't get a lot of a things, just seeing their surprise and exhilaration gleaming in their eyes. I remember the appreciation I felt every time I received something, and I still remember where/when most things I own are from. But now... there's just too much stuff. Also my nephew is a bit of a spoiled brat with rich relatives on his mothers side, so he doesn't really appreciate anything less than an 18K gaming computer or a life-size radio controlled boat. :/ But still, the gift of giving is like a gift in living.


tammleandbasstammleandbass

2013-06-14 23:43:54

But for this one, instead of calling it Frankenstein's monster, you have to call it Frankenstein WITH POSABLE ARMS AND HEAD.


mandogmandog

2013-07-15 20:31:32

kids those days...


CryBurgerCryBurger

2013-08-02 08:23:41

He looks like my aunt Nora