Oh boy- When my niece was a tot, my mother bought her a Teddy Ruxpin, and though my sister was dubious about it, he became part of my niece's bedtime ritual, his cheerful voice lulling her into slumberland night after night. All went well until one day Teddy unexpectedly broke down. My niece couldn't fall asleep without his soothing palaver, but there were no new Teddy's available at Toys 'R Us or Sears or anywhere else my mom, sister, and brother-in law searched. Miserable, my niece tossed and turned all night, and my sister and brother-in law got sore at my mom for buying that toy and insisting it be used as a kids sleep aid. Finally, after weeks of frustrated hunting, I turned up an overpriced Teddy knock-off down in the local Chinatown, and brought it home to everyone's relief. It looked close enough to the real thing that my niece accepted it. Then came the first night Teddy told her a bedtime story. It's voice had a tinny sound to it, and it's mouth and eyes moved spasmodically, and while she fell asleep, it was wasn't a comfortable slumber for her. Taiwan Teddy just didn't make it. She didn't sleep well at all, ultimately he creeped her out, and she demanded we find her a real one, and that point my sister put her foot down, told her daughter that they couldn't find another Teddy, so she better get used to going to bed without him. Tears and pleading and a child's outraged anger, but my sister stood firm, and I took away the bootleg bear and gave it to the Pasadena Sally Ann, good riddance. I had caught grief because the phony Teddy didn't work out like expected. It scared my niece. What kind of uncle gave his niece an awful, scary mechanical bear? Was I trying to be funny? No, but I wasn't believe, and got yelled on big time. Well, my niece wept herself to sleep for a week or so, then got over her disappointment and accepted that Teddy was gone and not coming back, and fell asleep on her own. A couple of months later, my mom found a real Teddy Ruxpin, bought it, but my sister wouldn't let in in the house, and boy, was there fight between my sister and mom over that damn talking bear. In the end, my mom gave Teddy to charity, but it was 2 months before she and my sister would talk to each other. As for myself- A few years later I was at a wildcat shooting range out in the desert. Among the junk propped up for targets was a battered Teddy Ruxpin. I borrowed a friend's Winchester a blew that damn bear to hell.

You got your sister Mr Chewy Bitems?

More like an animatronic from Five Nights At Freddy's. Kah-reepy.

Yeah growing up in 1985 at age 13 was neat to seen many old toys and play some right now Im still cleaning up both Teddy Ruxpin and some Laser Tag guns.

They're probably worth something as collectibles, but that's a guess on my part. So many so-called collectibles turn out to be worthless, like those Philadelphia Mint coin sets, or sheets of Bicentennial stamps, or any Marvel Comic past 1971. I shouldn't have been so hard on Teddy Ruxpin, but that toy inadvertently created problms in my family. When he conked out, my niece was heartbroken, pining away for him, unable to sleep. Years later, she told me part of the problem was she thought Teddy defended her from the monsters living in her closet, and the replacement I bought looked like it was in cahoots with them. Old toys can be weird and dangerous. I had a Mattel Creepy-Crawler Thing Maker set as a kid, and how I managed to keep from getting third degree burns on my fingers I'll never know. Just dumb kids luck, I guess.

I had the lazer tag stuff and though I never owned one did watch teddy ruxpen like him too

I remember I wanted the teddy Ruxpin so bad but my father got me the NES and I was sad about it X3c

Yes! I had WOW Teddy Ruxpin & Lazer Tag.