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Hiya Kids! Hiya, hiya, hiya! With those words, delivered in a raspy voice, Froggie the Gremlin appeared to make Andy Devine's life a living heck (as he had with Smilin' Ed McConnell's in years gone by). All someone had to do was say the magic words: "Plunk your magic twanger, Froggie" (whatever that meant) and, through an explosion of smoke (and a "boinnnnnng"), there was Froggie. You had to love Froggie. Let's face it, he represented the kind of anarchy every kid dreamed of. He did what he wanted. He always got the better of the adults. And when he said "I'm sorry. I am. I am." you knew he was just as sorry as you'd be in the same circumstances. 
Somewhere along the line, my mother bought me a rubber Froggie the Gremlin. I've still got it, although it's a bit the worse for wear. Fortunately, most of the cracks in the rubber are in the back. However Froggie's huge feet are in danger of falling off, since they're far too heavy for the legs they're still (mostly) attached to.
So, unless I can find a way to preserve the rubber (all suggestions gratefully accepted), Froggie stands a good chance of disappearing back into that puff of smoke for good. |