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"The 40 foot furby was not born, whence in this galaxy"

simon & Garfunkel

THE 40 FOOT FURBY STORY

Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away, sat a peace

loving planet. A planet filled with lovable, furry,

peace-loving adorable creatures. A planet named none

other than FURBANIA!

Home to none other than Furby's

Their daily blissful lives were one's which passed

joyously, with no worries or concerns. Just having good

ole fashion fun and fellowship with their brethren

Furbys.

Our story begins ... One day two worker furby's who

worked in the basement of the King's shiny palace

stumbled upon a silvery box... dust covered, with black

shiny knobs on the front and two Metal antennae reaching

towards space from the top of it. The worker furby's

looked on in amazement as sound suddenly erupted from the

odd object.

"What was that?!?!?" One worker exclaimed to the other.

Their eyes were wide and aglow as they leaned their

pointy, furry ears closer to the mysterious box. Another

sound erupted. The two Furby's leaned back and began to

groove in shock and awe. "OooOoo ERRRRRRR!" They both

cooed curiously. More melodic sounds erupted from the

silver box. Sounds! The likes of which had never dawned

upon Furby ear until this very day. Soon, the furby's

began tapping their fuzzy feet to the rhythms and sounds

flowing from the majestic device. They soon began dancing

gleefully and laughing hysterically. They even treated

themselves to a bottle of the Palace's finest wine,

surely Furbania's finest elixir indeed, as the day soon

turned in to night.

"Oh! heavens...It's getting late!" cried one of the

Furby's as he peered out of the basement window and the

fine amber glow of the three Furbania moons poured thru

the window. The Furby's left the basement. As they

ventured up the stairs, they noticed a looming, shadowy

figure at the top of the stair case. "Who goes there? and

What have you?" It was the diabolical dreaded General

Furby! "Are you two stealing from the Palace?" thwarted

The General. "Uh...? NO!" yelped our shivering fur

covered friends. "We just found this box and errrr this

box, ummm... and we were on our way...." "Silence!!!"

belted The General. "Guards!, Seize these infidels! NOW!"

General Furby commanded and the soldier Furbys obeyed.

They stormed down the stairs and surrounded the two

hapless worker Furbys.

They were taken before the King to receive their

judgment. The King ruled that the two be banished from

the planet of Furbania for ever. The two were blasted

thru a wormhole. Over space and time they traveled.

Flying thru the cosmos, their only companion a vestige of

songs that blared into their tiny minds, whilst they were

enjoying their wine. Only to end up smack dab in the

middle of Good Ole Atlanta, GA.

After crash landing in an alley in the streets of downtown

Atlanta (from being banished from their home planet,

Furbania), these two lovable furry creatures found

themselves in a new found dilemma-- "Where the heck are

we??? and how do we survive?"

As the smoke cleared from the diffusion of cosmic rays of

energy, the furby's looked around in awe of their

surroundings. Banished from their home planet because of

their curious ears. The two stranded misanthrops soon

honed into a familiar sound... the sound of music. Since

then, these two furry friends have landed numerous fans,

groupies, and most important of all FRIENDS, in the local

punk rock, d.i.y. community, formed lasting bonds with

a new species, and began their musical voyage. They

borrowed instruments from their new found fellow punk

brethren to groove to the sounds of their musical fancy...

which insisted of playing the songs they heard on the gray

magical box, but they put their own perverse twist on the

songs, or maybe that's just they way music sounds to

Furbys! They hope that the signals they send out into the

audience and outer space will some how be a beacon to

others as well as herald a rescue for our resident aliens

from this strange planet... or at least have a helluva

good time drinkin and rockin like Dokken to the tunes that

banished them from their home world.

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