We happened to catch the end of a segment on Good Morning America this morning before I left for work about the new Tickle Me Elmo, called T.M.X. (for Tickle Me Extreme?). Anyway, Karen saw it and said she wanted one.
“Look at the line outside Toys R Us in New York.” I told her. “If you want one, you’d better get it today.”
And she did, at Target. I told her she should have gotten two: one to keep and one to sell on eBay. (Apparently, quite a few other people have had the same idea, based on the number of listings.)
We opened it up tonight. There’s even a little voice box connected to the outer box that says (in Elmo’s voice, of course): “Uh. Uh. Uh! No peeking! Hahahaha!”
Running on 6 AA batteries, this Elmo laughs, slaps its right arm up and down, bends in half in fits of laughter, on his back, on his side, on his stomach. The amount of movement is impressive.
But I highly suggest a clean floor. We put Elmo on our hardwood floor, and he was Swiffering the darn thing will all the convulsing, getting a little dirty in the process.