This week's flea market find.
I had one of these when a little boy, just like this. Paul Winchell's Jerry Mahoney. Someone had got it for me as a Christmas present. Just what were they thinking? Being an only child, didn't I already have enough issues without my creating more of a psychotic nature? I'd leave him propped up on the second bed in my bedroom so he could watch me sleep. Now you're probably asking yourself the same question I've often wondered about...why did I have two beds? Anyway, to have this thing staring at me now while I sleep just would not happen. No way.
Looks like someone had enough of his crap and bashed him in the head. Fortunately I got rid of mine before I reached that stage. I don't recall what I did with him but pretty sure fire was not involved.