That Critter With the Babydoll Head in Toy Story Ain't Got Nuthin' on These Guys
Looks like the demons in my head have finally found the form with which they may torture me via my dreams. Now when I plop my head down upon the pillow I can look forward to seeing these fellas laughing at me as they chase me through the streets of Manhattan bearing various kitchen utensils. Somehow these little guys are scarier to me than that last Madame Alexander monstrosity I stumbled on.
Gee willikers, thanks bookshelves of doom AND Oz and Ends. Y'all really know how to keep a girl rested.