In the 90s, you had far more toy outlets. Once in a while, my parents would take me out to buy a toy. One time, we were in Asda (back when supermarkets had a larger and more varied selection of toys) and I took my pick down at the toy aisle.
Unfortunately, what I decided to get wasn't great. Go on, take it all in.
Unfortunately, what I decided to get wasn't great. Go on, take it all in.
That's not the actual one I owned, still in its packaging. This is a photo I snatched from the internet, because funnily enough I no longer own this poor excuse for a Batman toy. Why did I decide it was a good idea? I don't know, I really don't.
Notice how this is basically just two penguins. Kenner were probably thinking "how can we get rid of our surplus animal playsets?" My mum paid £5.99 for this thing.
Also, look at the art on the card, the penguins are firing their rockets. Astute observers will remember that at no point did the penguins in Batman Returns actually fulfill their nefarious purpose. Unless you count being made into rubbish toys to be sold to children.
Also, look at the art on the card, the penguins are firing their rockets. Astute observers will remember that at no point did the penguins in Batman Returns actually fulfill their nefarious purpose. Unless you count being made into rubbish toys to be sold to children.
It gets better. Once we were through checkout, I tore open the packaging to get to the contents and at that moment my mum decided to tell one of her horrible jokes.
When you're 5 years old, it's hard to tell what it and isn't a joke, so when she told me we didn't have enough money for food and couldn't return the (now opened) toy, I broke into tears.
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