This is so great. Back in 1990, Spencer Gifts and Chucky teamed up to bring us the greatest horror hotline since the heyday of Freddy Krueger.
Apparently, you called a 900 number, endured a too-long, pay-by-minute prerecorded message from Chucky, and if you hung around long enough, you got to enter your own phone number for a special callback on Halloween night.
I can think of no better way to spend Halloween than waiting for Chucky to call me. I can just see the eleven-year-old me, clutching the cordless with one hand and a bag of greasy Doritos with the other.
So pissed that I didn’t know about this back then. I was pretty Chucky-obsessed during the Child’s Play 2 days, and absolutely would’ve went wacko for this.
The Spencer Gifts connection should be obvious enough: That was the premiere chain to buy anything with Chucky’s likeness on it, and would stay that way for years. (Somewhere in our apartment is a life-sized “Tiffany” doll, begging to be freed from her hoity-toity window box. Another Spencer Gifts pick-up.)