Who remembers these nasty little buggers? LOL, no seriously, even I had one, but I gotta admit, they were pretty scary. I remember it wouldn't shut up one night--it kept crying and it was past 12 and I was tired--so I yanked the batteries out. Get ready for the freaky part--the Furby goes off and shuts its eyes and I try to sleep again. Two seconds later, it OPENS IT EYES and begins to try to open its mouth again. I was like, "WTF?!" :shock: And then, it opened its mouth and let out the weirdest, longest beeping noise I had ever heard. :twisted: I had to shove it under the pillows all night...man, I seriously thought I was gonna DIE that night....lol....who else has "fond" memories of Furbies?

http://www.phobe.com/furby/ <--that is one SCARY furby!! lol

i never had one but my friend did and it was broke or something because its eays never cloed and when i stayed at her house i always flipped it around but when i woke up it was always looking at me that thing was creepy

I was really into Furbys. I mean REALLY into them. I had tons. Then I came to my senses and sold them all. The only ones I kept were the Gizmo Furbys. I have several of those still sealed in the boxes.

I didn't think they were that great. Course I was in HS at the time. They looked a little creepy to me. Like a chicken on crack or something.

I hated these things- I remember watching one of them catch on fire on tv. Speaking of which- do the new ones still get the bum flames if they're on for too long?

My friend had one well each person in her family did, her mom, dad, and sister. I played with it for like a half hour. I got bored with it. I was never really into the Furby craze. I was more into pokémon and virutal pets.

I had a Furby. Man, I hate these things. The worse thing was there was no way to turn them off. They turned off by themselves. The got annoying sometimes. I still have mine thought I never intend to put more batteries in it. If I did put another battery in it...ugh, life wouldn't be pretty anymore.

I only wanted one because one of my friends had one and she made such a big stink about it. It was fun for a while...then it just got annoying.

I remember Furbies, too, with people running through the stores trying to get 'em on Black Friday of '98. That was chaos!

I also remember around '99 that the little buggers had been banned from sensitive areas near the Pentagon because the computer chips inside them could overhear secret government information.

I got one, only because I thought I could teach it to cuss. That thing never shut up, always was crying or babbling and I do believe that it was possessed. My furbie met a tramatic death... the dog got ahold of it and then hid it... I found it in my closet with the face torn off, eyes wide open... and when I picked it up... the damn thing started crying. It went in the trash.... pronto.

i hate any toy that can think for itself

i took back like 3 of those things. the first 3 just made weird noises and smelled like burning rubber....so we took em back. now we have 2 furbies and a baby furby, but they died like 3 or 4 years ago

I love my furby when it sleeps.

New furbys suck.

I have a Furby-style horror story about my old Jar-Jar Binks toy.

I was about Grade 3 or something when I got it for Christmas. I thought it was the coolest thing on the planet. When you squeezed its arm, it would spew forth one of Jar-Jar's indecipherable catchprashes, made even more indecipherable by his broken speaker.

So, from the very first day I got it, at around 1:15 in the morning the thing would never fail to go off, yelling out its wakeup alarm (for some reason 1:15 appeared to be its default setting). "OH WAKE-'EM WAKE-'EMS! MEESA GRAB A YUMSY BREAKYFAST! HA! HA! HA!" This, needless to say, scared the living crap out of me night after night. That's not the sort of thing that anyone needs to be forcefully woken up to hear.

But one night, he wouldn't stop. He was stuck on repeat. The thing....would....not...stop....shrieking. So I stuffed it under a pillow. Then two pillows. Then two pillows and a blanket. Still I heard his muffled "Wake-'em Wake-'ems". So, finally, I give up, and take him to the basement, and throw him in a storage box. Thinking this was over, I went up to bed. But somehow, from three floors below me, at the bottom of a storage bin, I heard a faint and muffled "hm whk-m whk'm! mmmsah grb uh ymsee brkyfihst!"

The next morning was garbage day. Let's see who can predict the fate of poor Jar-Jar.

I got pissed awhile back and took it out on a Furby I still had. I picked it up and spiked the little fucker onto the hard floor. it's bottom exploded and it's electronic guts spilled out. It got a proper burial though. If your definition of "proper burial" means dumping it's remains into the garbage. Burn in hell you squawking little monstrosity!!

Ah, Furbys. I can't believe what a fuss we all made over them. They were like the Cabbage Patch dolls of the 90's.

Anyway. Yes. I indeed...owned a Furby. Two, actually. I also had (and still have) my Gizmo Furby from Gremlins. I always liked him more...his ears were big and he actually had arms. xD

I actually have some embarassing photos of myself flipping out over my new Furby during my birthday one year. I look back...and it scares me. >__>;
It's sad, though...because they weren't as spectacular as everyone expected...but...what can ya do..? They got annoying.

God. I can't believe they're trying to bring them back.