Get ready to party like it’s 1987 with Five Nights at Freddy’s
Toy Chica! Based on the character from Five Nights at Freddy’s 2,
this robust 5-inch clucker serves up authentic details, over 10
points of articulation, and a seriously startling jumpscare
feature. This figure also includes eerie glow-in-the-dark eyes.
More 5-inch Five Nights at Freddy’s figures are creeping into
stores. Get them before they get you! Officially licensed Five
Nights at Freddy’s product from Jazwares. Ages 8+
Review: Cute Mangle Figure - I love this Mangle figure! Fits very
nicely with my Jazware's collection. :)
Review: Assembly is way too game accurate - Mangle is my favorite
animatronic ever and getting this was WELL worth the $12 i paid
It is very accurate to the game, the only issues being the lack
of a second jaw in the fox head and the conjoined back legs, and
the dreadlocks on the ends head for some reason Assembly: the
most accurate aspect to the game; she falls apart too often and
it’s too hard to put back together without patience Overall this
is a great buy for kids or just obsessing fnaf fans like myself
And to quote the great Mr. Hippo of ultimate custom night “ My
friend, you have met a terrible, terrible demise. But, uh,
y'know, I-I don't feel too bad about it. After all, if... if it
weren't from me, it would've just been from someone else, y'know?
I guess what I'm trying to say is, life... life goes on. W-well,
from—for everyone else, life goes on. Not... not for you.
You're... you're dead. But that's neither here nor there. It
reminds me of one summer day in the park. I was having just a
delightful picnic with my good friend Orville. And I said to him,
I said, "Orville, I... I have a story." And he said to me,
"What's the significance of the story?" And... I said to him,
"Orville, not every story has to have significance, y'know?
Sometimes, a... y'know, sometimes, a story's just a story. You
try to read into every little thing, and find meaning in
everything anyone says, you'll just drive yourself crazy. Had a
friend do it once. Wasn't pretty. We talked about it for years.
And then not only that, but... you'll likely end up believing
something you shouldn't believe, thinking something you shouldn't
think, o-o-or assuming something you shouldn't assume. Y'know?
Sometimes," I said, "A story is-is just a story, so just be quiet
for one second of your life and eat your sandwich, okay?" Of
course, it was only then I'd realized I'd made sandwiches, and...
poor Orville was having such difficulty eating it! Elephants have
those clumsy hands, y'know? Actually, I-I suppose that's the
problem. They don't have hands at all, do they? They're f—they're
all feet! And I-I couldn't imagine someone asking me to eat a
sandwich with my feet. Now, if I recall correctly, there was a
bakery nearby. I said to him, "Orville, let me go get you some
rye bread." Now, I'm unsure if elephants enjoy rye bread, but I
assure you that Orville does. Now, this was on a Tuesday, which
was good, because rye bread was always fresh on Tuesday. They
made sourdough bread on Monday, and threw it out Wednesday... Or
rather, they sold it at a discount for people wanting to feed it
to the ducks, and then, prob'ly at the end of the day, finally,
they threw it all out. I-I don't recall. I do remember a man who
would bring his son to the bakery every Wednesday, and... then go
feed the ducks. He would buy all of the sourdough bread. Of
course, y'know, you're not supposed to feed the ducks sourdough
bread at all. It swells up in their stomach, and then they all
die. At, uh, at least... at least, that's what I've heard.
Y'know, I-I never saw any ducks die myself, but I did notice a
substantial decrease in the duck population over the course of a
few years. I just never thought to stop the man and tell him that
he was killing the ducks by feeding them sourdough bread! And if
you want my opinion on the matter—heh, and I told Orville this as
well—if you wanna feed ducks, or birds of any kind, for that
matter, it's best to buy seed. I mean, when you think about it,
breads of any sort don't occur in nature. They don't grow on
trees o-or spring up from the bushes. I don't think birds know
what to do with bread. What was I saying? Oh oh, yes yes. So I
bought Orville some rye bread. What a fine day it was.”
