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Pausing to remember…Beanie Babies
by Becky - May 31, 2007 - 9:49 PM

kjhlkjhAh, Beanie Babies. Back in their heyday, my little sister took to collecting them with disturbing zeal. Suddenly, there was commercial interest not just from her Nerds Rope-addled matrix of grade school associates, but from adult neighbors with disposable cash and a house flipping gene. There were times I’d enter her room just to observe their impeccably organized assemblage…I stared at them and they stared back. Of course, those were the times my sister would rush in with three new strains of the Beans w/accompanying poems, always glaring at me lest I dared to condescend. How could I? I used to collect the remnants of paper hole punches–I preferred to call it confetti–in an old lunch bag. I used to collect dried lily pads of Elmer’s glue that could double as press-on nails. My kind of OCD might not have transposed so seamlessly into the acquisition and hoarding of attractive merchandise, but I swear I wasn’t judging. It just always fascinated me to hear stories of how far possessed consumers would go to obtain a “Ty” tag or twenty.

For instance:

  • At an Illinois guns-for-Beanie Babies exchange, police gave away every last Beanie and collected 40 guns.
  • People were smuggling foreign Beanies into the country at such an alarming rate that Ty had to issue an embargo:
  • “A consumer is allowed to have one Beanie Baby for personal use every 30 days,” said Customs officer Ralph Hackney. To enforce the rule, the Customs people are forced regularly to go through the packing of children, parents and grandparents in search of the furry creatures. One inspection yielded a haul of 15,000 Beanies.
  • A U.S. trade rep was found in violation of the decree
  • A man getting a divorce files a motion to get his fair share of Beanies:
  • “It’s ridiculous and embarrassing,” said Frances Mountain, moments before squatting on the courtroom floor alongside her ex-husband to choose first from a pile of dozens of stuffed toys. Maple the Bear was the first to go, as a few people in the gallery snickered.

Of course, this is just a sample…Please do share any venal Beanie stories.

Comments (12)
  1. I worked in a Hallmark store during the height of Beanie Baby hell. There were three shops in our shopping center that sold the little demons. All three shops put a limit on how many of each a customer could buy.

    One customer, nicknamed the Beanie Nazi by the retailers, was so upset by the new rule that he spit on one of my co-workers on his way out, calling her a fat whore. Class act, can’t you tell? A few days later, he was denied at one of the other stores and - I kid you not - he went out into the parking lot and slashed the tires on one of the employee’s car. Seriously! The shopping center management called in the city police and the guy was slapped with a restraining order and was not allowed to set foot in the shopping center or the parking lots again.

  2. I worked at a store where while I was the lone employee working some men came in and asked for beanies. I explained that we had some and they would be out in the afternoon when i had more help to deal with the rush. One of the men came back in and bought some other stuff. When I went in the storeroom later I realizd that the box of a few hundred swan beanies had been lifted from the broken-in to storeroom. Grown men planned a heist to steal not the safe, or my purse, or telescopes or any other high-priced merchandise, but a box of stuffed swans.

  3. Haha. I use to LOVE beanie babies.
    Every week i would walk down to the corner pharmacy and buy one or two of the new beanies. I was seriously addicted to those things. I owned pretty much every Beanie Baby made up until the time my parents decided i was a little too obsessed. My mother took away ALLLL my beanie babies and stored them in the basement. One fact about my basement, every time we get excess amounts of rain [which is like twice a year on average]our whole basement is flood city. I was literally on the floor crying when i found my mildewed babies. I still haven’t quite forgiven my mom for that one.

  4. I used to collect Beanie Babies, and there was this awesome shopping mall in the area with three Hallmark stores. But then all of a sudden one day they put a limit on how many each person could buy. BOY, was I mad. I did some things I’m not very proud of, I’ll tell you that!

    I don’t go there anymore.

  5. I worked/ran in a fast food joint (mc crappers), during one of the mini beanie baby promotions.

    One day we had one lady come through and order 50 (count them fifty) hap.. err kids-meals, hold the food. This was due to the fact that with the demand we could not sell that toy independent of the meal (which is usually possible). This specific lady had entered the store earlier and attempted to purchase every one of the in-demand item outright.

    Our only option was to give her the food, she paid for it, therefore, she received it. When she learned she would have a large supply of hamburgers and fries (with drinks), she opted to drive off and try one of the other similarly named stores (who we called immediately).

  6. I had a pretty decent collection at one point. My mom used to work in a small gift store that carried them before the craze, so I had some of the very early ones. A few years later in the high of the insanity, I (in my mid teens by this point) sold quite a few of them for a tidy profit. My biggest sale actually was the complete set of the McDonald’s toys. My mom, working at this time in another small gift store, trafficked in the rarer ones, at one point selling “Erin Bear” for something like $700!

  7. I sympathize with Thaylok, i worked for a woman who loved the mini babies from McDonalds, so every week we would drive to the restaurant and order 20 happy meals, i think me and the other 2 employees gain about 10 pounds from the food which my boss refused to throw away

  8. Yeah, I was another one who worked retail in the malls. Like so many others, our store had a window instead of a wall that displayed to the walkway. Our brilliant manager naturally thought that would be a good place to put our shipment of BBs. Yeah, great idea, until you saw the crowd of customers gathered inside the store start shoving to get their prize. One of them almost went through that plate-glass window before we called security and relocated the things.

  9. I was at Yankee Stadium on a Beenie Baby givaway day with my son in ‘98. Forget the stupid toy, we saw David Wells pitch a perfect game!

    Funny how a stuffed doll is now associated with history.

  10. Being an only child with few friends, I would line mine up and have meetings. It wasn’t school, just meetings. My damn secretary whatever animal it was did a terrible job.

    I was a strange sad kid.

  11. Hey, BBN, have you by any chance ever met Jessie? Just wondering.

  12. Joe P, I was there for David Wells’ perfect game too! My mom put that beanie baby in a case along with the ticket stub right away… Couldn’t tell ya now, but at one point that thing was worth almost a thousand dollars!

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