Spider-Junk. Spider-Junk. Friendly neighborhood Spider-Junk.
Yes, Spider-Man is the star of the figurative Marvel show, the guy they put on the letterhead, the man whose title is used to help (re)launch other characters into their own books. Concomitant with that a desire to cram him into as much merchandise as possible. Stuff like cars, and, as we see above, stunt cycles (to channel your inner Spider Knievel) and, God help us all, dune buggies. Yes, you read and see that last item right: a dune buggy. While it’s true that there aren’t a lot of skyscrapers to swing from next to beaches and that he might need a little help getting speedily from point A to point B, you’d think he might be able to negotiate the sand and surf in a slightly more dignified fashion. Let’s reserve the goofy dune buggies for the Banana Splits, you know?
And we all shudder to think what the ingredients are in the Spidey-brand crazy foam, “wildest container ever” notwithstanding.
I sure loved those Megos when I was a kid…I think I had the Kung-Fu fighter too.
I still have my mego spidey. But the rubber bands holding his limbs fell apart and I had to find some and repair him. Still have him!
Also my Cap, his head fell off. Bad plastic. Sounds. Like there is a moral to this story but I can’t think of one.
My post should in no way be construed as an assault on the Mego figurines themselves, which were fine and dandy in their day and remain treasured collector’s items. But their associated paraphernalia was often beyond preposterous.