Has your Megos ever got you in trouble when you were a kid?

[Brown Bear]

I hadn't gotten in trouble with a mego until I bought a Brick Mantooth. Boy, that was some crazy night and the hair STILL hasn't grown back yet.

[UnderdogDJLSW]

Chris, That story is fantastic. Love the Foghorn Leghorn reference

Most trouble I ever had, if you could really call it trouble was that sitting in the back seat of my Dad's car on a hot day, I squished my Capt. Marvel head and the head stayed that way. My Dad had to pull over to the side of the road, cause I was making such a stink, to take it from me and "work" at the head until I guess enough air popped back in through the plug and the Big Red Cheese went back to normal. No other Mego troubles....

[JDeRouen]

When I was maybe four or five, I was running around the neighborhood with my Superman, flying him through snowdrifts. An older kid saw me and told me the suit would be ruined because I'd gotten it yet. He offered to take it home to his mother, who had a special "doll press" that would dry it out. Needless to say, I never saw that Superman again.

[jimsmegos]

The most trouble I ever got in was when I had a Superman break right out of the package. My dad wasn't exactly furious but was frustrated that I just broke my new toy and of course was all heartbroken about it. He restrung it and all was okay. To this day that is probably the biggest reason I have such an issue with poor quality toys.

[Earth 2 Chris]

My first mego was Superman and I was so proud of him that I took him to kindergarten with me on the Monday after I got him. The teacher took him from me and let every kid play with it for a little while before tacking back and putting it in her desk where it stayed until the following Friday.

I never ever took another toy to school.

Man, that is just wrong. Your teacher had no business sharing your stuff with others. I'd be massively honked off if one of my kids' teachers did that.

I had a similar story, one I've related here before, but what the hey. I took my Mego Superman to school for show-n-tell. I'm thinking this was 1st grade. I was one of the last kids to go, toward the end of the school day. After my little presentation, all the kids wanted to see him. I nervously watched as Superman changed hands. Then this new kid Jackie wanted to see him. I got some bad vibes off of him, but I'd let everyone else have a go, so I handed him over. He was looking at him while we were packing up our stuff. The first bell rang, and Jackie bolted for the door and onto his bus with my Superman.

I was aghast. I felt so robbed an dejected as I rode that long bus ride home. I came in looking like a whipped pup. My Mom instantly asked me what was wrong. No sooner had I told her, she was on the phone to the school. Now, I have no idea what actually transpired, but the next day Jackie was brought up to the front of the room and was forced to publicly apologize to me and hand me the Superman.

The moral of this story is: Don't mess with a ticked off mother!

chris

[TomStrong]

My sister broke my last mego batman when I was a kid. I was devastated, I always felt mego deprived after that. Never got over it either. I wouldn't have another till I bought one from a member here at the museum. What a long time to wait.

[PNGwynne]

I didn't get into trouble over a Mego, but my sister did.

My youngest sister was born in Dec. '74: When Mom was hospitalized for her delivery, she had my grandparents give me (the oldest) and my sister Chris (soon-to-be-middle) each an early Christmas present to ease the anxiety of seeing her in the hospital, & the new baby I guess.

I got a boxed Penguin , who knows or cares what Chris got lol. But she had to grab it away and "pose" it & promptly broke the knee rivet.

I was very upset & of course she was in trouble. Grandpa did emergency surgery with a brass brad paper fastener (I still marvel today at this ingenuity) and disaster was averted for Pengy.

I had my revenge about a year later when I insisted Chris needed a Mego Shazam! for her summer birthday. (We both loved the TV show.) She could've cared less about a Mego, however, and I quickly took ownership after she opened him.

[Wise4671]

These are all really great stories gang. This thread is actually making me feel a lot closer to the group as I feel I can relate to everyone that has shared. Chris your Mom and mine most both have the same phone edicate lol or maybe Moms in general were just mega badasses back in the day :-) we should have let them run the government the whole planet would be united by now :-)

Keep those stories comming gang it's making for a great read

[HardyGirl]

Well, at least you told your mother, Chris. I keep reading stories (not just this board, but other websites w/ memories), about how kids get their toys swiped by some neighborhood jerk (one kid even had his NAME on it!), and never getting it back b/c they never said a word. Man, I wouldn't care if they called me a tattletale until Doomsday, I would've have raised a stinking fit to get my toy back! (not that this ever happened to me, but still..)

I had a similar story, one I've related here before, but what the hey. I took my Mego Superman to school for show-n-tell. I'm thinking this was 1st grade. I was one of the last kids to go, toward the end of the school day. After my little presentation, all the kids wanted to see him. I nervously watched as Superman changed hands. Then this new kid Jackie wanted to see him. I got some bad vibes off of him, but I'd let everyone else have a go, so I handed him over. He was looking at him while we were packing up our stuff. The first bell rang, and Jackie bolted for the door and onto his bus with my Superman.

I was aghast. I felt so robbed an dejected as I rode that long bus ride home. I came in looking like a whipped pup. My Mom instantly asked me what was wrong. No sooner had I told her, she was on the phone to the school. Now, I have no idea what actually transpired, but the next day Jackie was brought up to the front of the room and was forced to publicly apologize to me and hand me the Superman.

The moral of this story is: Don't mess with a ticked off mother!

chris