So Furbies are sort of a new obsession for me. I recently found one that my grandmother bought me back in 1998, when they were brand new and all the rage. It was a green eyed Red Wolf. It was one of two gifts she would ever give me, because we had always been so far apart.
I took the Furby out of the box, cleaned up a little bit of corrosion in the battery compartment and voila. She was talking and dancing again. Still my old Mimi, even after moving more than 6 times, one of those 2500 miles.
Right after she was working again, I thought "oh it's sort of lonely for her, wish I had a friend for her!"
It was then that I remembered that my late mother had kept one too. This one was a limited edition from Easter. I searched the entire garage looking in boxes until I found it, then as I took it out, I was so excited I almost cried. It was filthy, but it was HERS. When we put batteries in, though, the speaker didn't work.
Basically, long story short is that I'm apparently a Furby doctor now. My dad and I managed to perform a speaker transplant from a speaker I found online. He talks now. After all the pulling apart and fear I'd mess it up, it turned on and introduced itself in a masculine voice as KaDa. It promptly said "I love you." I wonder if that's a message from my mom, but I'm very excited to be playing and loving them again, both for Mom and for my grandmother who bought me Mimi. I can't bring myself to rename these two anything but what they named themselves.
I introduced them, and they danced and promptly fell asleep.