Or one of the first. Today isn’t a movie toy. This one is from my babyhood. Mum stowed it away for a long time and gave it back to me some years ago. It is mushed and its fuzz is worn thin in places, but it brings me great joy to still have it.
And yes, most of the scratches on the ottoman under the toy are from the bratty cat child rocketing back and forth over it. We should’ve named him Blur.
I know I haven’t done a toy collection post in a while. Fear not; I’m far from running out of subject material on that front.