alt Hacker NewsFor weeks after my grandmother brought me to a Chuck E. Cheese for the first (only) time, I had recurring nightmares fueled by this band.
For weeks after my grandmother brought me to a Chuck E. Cheese for the first (only) time, I had recurring nightmares fueled by this band.
No kidding. I peeked behind a literal curtain to see the 'band' cold, dead, and in various states of disrepair on a dark stage at a Chuck E Cheese when I was maybe 8 y/o. I still remember being horrified by the mechanical eyes of a particular animatron without any of the 'fur' on the face.
Never wanted to go back for my birthday, let's say.