Gobot Cosplay & Those Sad Homemade Cabbage Patch Kids : Studies in Crap on the '80s Most Disappointing Toys
Doll Baby Pattern Book
Author: Martha Nelson Thomas with Marla Strecker
Publisher: Fibre-Craft Materials, Niles, IL
Discovered at: Turnstyles Thrift Store, Overland Park
The Cover Promises: Your family is poor.
Children worldwide cherish the Cabbage Patch Kids, those lovable dolls made of goodness and dimples and harvested from magical loam by Xavier Roberts. Throughout the early years of the Reagan era, the most fortunate children awoke on birthdays and holidays to discover Cabbage Patch Kids of their very own, not just to own but to adopt and love and, in the case of my Kansas relatives, to re-christen the black ones "Rudy" because of The Cosby Show.
But some children weren't so lucky.
Meet the Original Doll Babies, the rare kids' toy seemingly named for a strip club. Without aggressive marketing or planned, headline-grabbing shortages to win our hearts, these home-sewn knockoffs were guaranteed to disappoint.
Imagine unwrapping a gift, expecting a Cabbage Patch. Imagine, instead, finding this potato-headed abomination . . .
Imagine trying to figure out whether it was cocaine addiction or botched plastic surgery that resulted in a nose like this.
I suspect that Doll Baby fans are more likely than most people to believe that random arrangements of Maritain craters just might be faces.
Speaking of strip clubs, here's a Doll Baby bouncer and dancer feeding their own little disappointment.
These Doll Babies thought they were alone in the park, but now that they're busted they're acting like nothing happened.
The book comes with instructions for making your own Doll Baby. This pattern dares to suggest, subtly, that people who expect to pass it off for a Cabbage Patch have their heads up their asses.
Anyway, here's our next island of misfit toys tragedy:
Gobots: Operation Hoax
Author: Mark Sufrin, words; Dan Spiegle, art
The Cover Promises: All is forgiven, Michael Bay.
Hailing from the planet/energy drink Gobotron, the Gobots were pretty much to the Transformers what the Doll Babies were to the Cabbage Patch Kids, or what those cousins the network brought in during a contract dispute were to Bo and Luke Duke.
But instead of being stitched at home from kits, which almost excuses the Doll Babies, the Gobots came fully-made from Tonka. That isn't to say you couldn't have made some yourself. Sharpie a face on a Hot Wheel's undercarriage, then Super Glue some Lego feet, and you pretty much have a Gobot.
Even drawn in a kids' book, the Gobot action figures are stiff and tottering, more like the stilt-walking Uncle Sams in a Fourth of July parade than badass robots.
Meet the Guardians, the good-guy Gobots. Here's Scooter, Turbo and their leader, Leader-1, apparently named by typing "Optimus Prime" into Babelfish.
Note that Scooter, on the left, is as close as we will ever get to seeing Paul Ruebens star as the Tin Man in The Wizard of Oz.
I mentioned parades earlier to prepare you for a most astonishing sight. After a couple pages of chases and battles concerning some "sensors" designed to control humanity, the Renegades, the bad Gobots, disguise themselves:
Robot Tea Party is computed to save America from socialism!
Actually, the LARPers here are bad bots Cy-Kill, Cop-Tur, and Crasher. And, yes, it takes all my strength not to add a d to "Cop-Tur."
That parade turns into a chase that resolves nothing. Eventually, this happens.
ROBOTS WHO CAN TURN INTO SPORTS CARS HOBO FOR HOURS THROUGH THE DESERT ON A PARADE FLOAT.
I'm beginning to suspect that the Gobots' battle is not truly with each other. Rather, they have teamed up to wage war on the very idea of childhood joy.
Anyway, as you probably guessed, the good Gobots scare away the bad Gobots by projecting a hologram of George Washington leading the Continental Army.
Your Crap Archivst finds this astonishing. For a toy line utterly devoid of invention, the Gobots somehow discovered entirely fresh ways to suck.
[The Crap Archivist lives in Kansas City, where he originates his on-line Studies for the Voice's sister paper, The Pitch.]
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