look at the unit on that bear!
Well, after that exercise in near-devastating grief and near-panic, there's the Pooh-rection to talk about. Here he is (mouseover the buttons, from bottom to top):
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Yes, all stacking toys are somewhat phallic. But this goes beyond anything I've ever seen...
First of all, he's got a shit-eating grin.
He's top-heavy.
The stacking mechanism is right in the middle of his crotch.
The phallus is about 2/3 as long as he is, for chrissakes.
His "balls" light up when you touch any of the buttons.
He moans when you press the first button on his Prince Albert.
He moans again, a little higher, when you press the second button.
When you press the third at the tip of his huge elongated plastic cock (or when you've stacked all of his honey pots), he has a little Poohgasm and talks to Piglet as only somebody who'd been in prison would: "Hello, Piglet. You're gonna be my little bitch now."
Then it plays a tinny version of the "Winnie the Pooh" song, and dammit if the stupid thing concludes with a final postcoital moan from Pooh.
"Stuffed with fluff", indeed. Stuffed with Viagra and X more like.
I figure if you're a toy designer that does nothing but design stacking toys for Disney, you're vastly underpaid, not to mention bitter. So you find ways of maliciously putting pornographic messages in your toys to poison little minds.
I figure I'm just enough of a sick bastard/abusive father not to care how my son sees Pooh cornholing farm animals.