Most of what I post here has been long discontinued by long gone manufacturers and the technology is outdated by anything. Yeah, some of the games are still made by a company with more mergers than a Pittsburgh on ramp. (I hate the on-ramps there, you merge into traffic from a stop. Back when the freeway was built, cars barely hit 60. ) Here is something that was I guess intended as something you could give to younger ones with a 1 Million Dollar bill inside. Dig that 80's box design. Looks like a Casio radio from the 80's. Maybe it's Studio Line from Lorea'l. Fixing gel. Strong hold. BEHOLD! Maybe it's a late 80's Target remodel package with all the wavy neon. You can do what you want to do...IN LIVING COLOR. Okay, I'm out.

There. The instructions. I forget what I got inside this. I do believe it was for my birthday so likely from my mom and likely it contained a twenty. Back when I got that, $20 was a windfall. Dimes worth of gas up my ass. I likely spent it on a microphone, or some of them Mister Doughnut doughnut holes  I kept in the back of my little brown nugget. You had to roll the ball through the maze and roll over to the finish line and when you pressed down on the release, you were pushing the ball down and it released the Kracken. Snap, Crackel, Pop. Made In the USA. I wonder if you bought one of these on the 'Zon today, if it would still be made...nahhhhh. Thin.

Not much of a maze game. I'd imagine any kid with any kind of patience would put this under their feet and crush this, grab the cash, and go back to playing their IPodoodle. Gotta catch them all. I believe this had two levels to give you some sort of challenge. Those small games from Tomy, those pocket games, I think provided more challenge and I certainly played them a thousand times more. I had one where you caught the ball at the bottom like a small pachinko machine.  I think at one point I actually had a Tomy Pachinko pocket game. Wind up. Neeeeeeeet. The crap we had for entertainment when we were Atarians. :)

Wow. I knew this entry was going to be short, really short. There just isn't much exciting to speak of. I kept it because I couldn't throw anything out that means so much to me. I couldn't throw anything out that maybe I could re-gift. I couldn't throw anything away that 30 years later (or so) I'd be featuring on my junk blog. Look into the plastic. It helped me see the FUTCHUM! I see BILZ! I leearened awl me spilling from Billz. Okay. Junk Blog.

-Ric