This is Guggler, and when I was a little kid this was one of my favorite toys. I was reunited with Guggler today while visiting my parents. They’ve been clearing out their attic and came across old Gugler then.
Guggler isn’t his official name, but rather what I called this Fisher Price ‘Jack-in-a-box.’ It’s not clear where that name came from, though I suspect I thought that he looked like a circus Juggler and was not able to say that word properly at the time.
He’s not in the best condition, which doesn’t surprise me because I was pretty hard on my toys, a trait that hasn’t really changed that much over the years. Originally he would be compressed into the box under a lid. Upon pressing the button on the front of the box the lid would pop open and he would jump up and make a loud squeaking noise.
Looking at Guggler today he seems pretty creepy to me. His face and awful squeeking seems more disturbing than fun, but I was never scared of him, in fact quite the opposite is true, and that is why my parents kept hold of old Guggler all these years.