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October 28, 2007



Sadly, I *was* allowed to order giant Frankenstein. The scariest part as I recall was the possibility of being smothered by fourteen square feet of polyethylene sheeting.


Ooh! So did you talk to it? How aweful was he?

One of my stupid websites from Dream's Library has Amazon.com style reviews of all the various and sundry products that have been advertised in comics, by people who actually ordered them.

Mark Engblom

Wow....I'd love to see that website, suedenim. I've always wondered what some of this crap really looked like.

Byrneward: LOL! A little buyer's remorse there?


It would be great to see some of that stuff. Oh, the bottom line is no doubt the same for most of it: "Disappointing crap that didn't live up to the advertising," but it'd be fun to see all the varieties of crappiness....


I never got the Frankenstein, but I did get a "four foot high monster that talks!".

The "monster" was a balloon (which popped in a day or two), and it came with a plastic thing that was supposed to let you "throw your voice". Needless to say, it didn't work.

Remember ads for playsets with "exploding" tanks? A friend of mine got one of those. The tanks were in two pieces held together with an elastic band. When you pressed on them, they snapped like a mouse trap. That was the "explosion".

Mark Engblom

"sappointing crap that didn't live up to the advertising," but it'd be fun to see all the varieties of crappiness...."

The full Crap Spectrum, if you will.

"The "monster" was a balloon (which popped in a day or two), and it came with a plastic thing that was supposed to let you "throw your voice". Needless to say, it didn't work."

LOL! I remember seeing those ads, too! Any chance we could all put together a class action suit against all of those hucksters? No? Well, I suppose the statute of limitations has long passed us by.


The "exploding tank" is actually slightly better than I imagined. I was picturing something even lamer, like a tank with a crude "explosion" effect painted on it.


I had the Frankenstein's monster. It hung on the inside of my bedroom door for years. The giant 'animated' ghost was a terrible disappointment. A balloon with a smiley face (a SMILEY face!) , a sheet of plastic and some fishing line.





Craig Gustafson

I had the Frankenstein. It was printed on what appeared to be rejected material from the Hefty trash bag factory.


I too was enthralled with this ad as a boy about 1970. Imagine a like size skeleton I could own. I begged my parents for the skeleton - my dad, always skeptical, looked over the ad and told me polyethylene was plastic sheeting. He surmised the thing must be inflatable. Well, I was a little disappointed at that - an inflatable skeleton didn't seem right. So I decided to get the Frankenstein. It arrived, and of course was just a plastic poster with stick on "glow in the dark" eyes. I was angry and from that day, I think I saw every ad in my comic book as being nothing but a fake. I think that experience inoculated me in regards to advertising in general. Probably well worth the dollar twenty five.


I ordered both the Frankenstein and Skeleton. Fully aware of what I was going to get! My best friend ordered first and I got to see his before I ordered. I was a little dissappointed that it wasn't some kind of huge statue... but for a buck I was pretty satisfied! The colors were a sick, vibrant green, and frankenstein looked scarier than hell! They included some glow in the dark stickers to put in his eyes. I took the rest of the glow in the dark sheet to give him teeth that glowed! I cut out the background of both to make them appear to be less like a poster. 7 foot tall Images of Frankenstein and a skeleton in my bedroom? You Bet! I would pay big bucks to have them again!


This scam was a pivotal point in my child hood, so much so, that I wrote out the entire sordid episode in excruciating detail. I did so to allow future generations (assuming Earth lasts much longer) to vicariously experience the shock and awe of unleashing that 7 foot monstrosity as well.

Daniel Pace

I was disappointed with my 7 feet tall Monster Sized Monster as a 9 years old boy back in 1974 because I waited six weeks for what was really just a plastic poster you could tack to the door. The ad said he would be "so lifelike you'll probably find yourself talking to him. Won't you be surprised if he answers?" Well, he didn't do anything at all.

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