Showing posts with label Sindy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sindy. Show all posts

Friday, May 17, 2013

The Bad Guys? They Go Bananas Over Charley Chimp





I'm preaching to the choir when I say The Unbelievables are masters of disguise as well as unparalleled masters of all things weaponry-ish. (Sometimes? We're even masters of our own fates.)
 

And it's the furthest thing from our minds not to admit we've had plenty of help on the path toward the dashing, mannerly Stylish Gentlemen we are today.

A few "helpful" examples include (but are not limited to): Playboy Magazine's own Hugh Hefner ... the various weapons used in our exploits, including the innovative Lobster Rage Fist *shoots a glare in Jeff's general direction* ...the ultra-fabulous Unbelieva-Babes ... even The King himself, Elvis. The list goes on and on and on.

And, most recently in this very blog - as you've seen courtesy of my cohorts Jeff and Clark - the lovely Sindy and ever-ready Captain Action, respectively.

But there's one more instrumental character in our seemingly unending arsenal of readyment and gain:
Charley Chimp, the cymbal-banging monkey toy.

Charley Chimp

Originally manufactured by the Japanese company Daishin C.K. in the 1950s under the moniker "Musical Jolly Chimp," Charley has been an invaluable (if little mentioned) tool in The Unbelievables' crime fighting efforts. He might not have the savoir faire of Sindy nor the flair pour l'action of the Captain, but he's been an affecting part of our team for quite some time.

His strengths are rooted in his simplicity. Flip a switch at his back and Charley begins banging his cymbals noisily. What fun! Better yet, what a distraction.


Yes ... the perfect bane of the ne'er-do-wells we come across time and again. And again. 

You see ... in the early days we really needed someone (or something) to create a diversion when necessary, a surprise element to throw the bad guys off their game. Hey, we enjoy an old fashioned "good vs. evil" tussel just as much as the next guy, but there's a lot to be said (along with the possibility of a lot less damage) in simply nabbing villains without a scuffle.

Of course there are times when a real, live body is the only thing that will do the trick. But one afternoon I came up with the brilliant idea of utilizing monkeys in place of people. (After all: Just like bacon, isn't everything better with monkeys?) Being cute, intelligent, trainable and useful to a fault, Clark was on board right away ... but Jeff was on the fence. (I think he might have been a bit jealous, truth be told.) Following my suggestion, Jeff came in the very next day wearing his version of a diversionary tactic incorporating monkeys:

Monkey Bra: Good for raucous tiki parties ... not so good for crime fighting ...

Much to his chagrin, Jeff was shot down immediately. Wearing one of those only put a person in danger ... and it wasn't much of a diversion.   

Naturally, there was need for a little Research and Development if we were going to utilize monkeys to their full potential. Live animals were brought in and trained; for the most part they worked out rather well. But the cost of maintenance, foodstuffs, et al got a little pricey.

Enter Charley Chimp.

Set with a remote to activate the switch on Charley's backside, we were golden. The perfect foil to create that momentary hesitation we sometimes needed to throw evil doers off their game. 

It's not only the surprise of seeing Charley on one's doorstep that makes one take a mental step backward. Nor is it the annoying cymbal-clanging that gets to you, either. Charley's appearance can be quite the eye-opener, frequently raising the hair on the back of your neck. See for yourself:

Kind of cute ...
 RATHER FRIGHTENING ... !!!

Not the most attractive of mugs ... wouldn't you agree? It's plain to see how a bad guy would cringe at the mere glimpse Charley's hideous visage. And sometimes that's all we need to commandeer the upperhand in a given situation.

And ... those eyes. The eyes can really get to you, if you know what I mean:


Charley's eyes bulge on command, creating a rather disturbing appearance that would cause anyone to stop dead in their tracks. So you can see how Charley makes a terrific companion in our fight against injustice.

Plus, there's one more little trick up our sleeves we use to keep things in line. The "Charley Token," a simple carved Charley image to remind hooligans and delinquents we've been in their neck of the woods, so they better mind their Ps and Qs:


Yeah ... that's rather daunting as well. You can plainly see how members of the "We Don't Have The Best Intentions Where Your Welfare Is Concerned" set would be freaked out by this.

See? He's ready at a moment's notice

Charley Chimp. He's quite the useful means to throw a wrench in the bad guy machine ... and the perfect compliment to both Sindy and Captain Action.

   

Monday, May 13, 2013

Sindy, Incidentally

A while back you will have read about the time we defeated the evil Sam Snow by disguising ourselves as Ken dolls and putting ourselves under Sam's Xmas tree with the aid of that total nut Bear Grylls. This got me to thinking about one of our favourite ladies.

Of course everybody in the States (and these days, the entire globe) knows about Barbie and Ken. Barbie's been around for many years, but her English counterpart Sindy has also been around a long time. The thing is, not many people are aware that she is a real person, not to mention an Unbelieva-Babe and field operative.

We first met her back in 1963 when she was working as an air hostess.


At least, that's what it looked like. She was with a group of gal-pals at a discotheque where we were just trying to blend in with the background.

And doing a pretty decent job of it, if I say so myself.
Well, we soon got to know her and found that Sindy was pretty much a perfect ally. She could hold down multiple jobs at once - 

Weathergirl...



Pop star...



News anchor...



Model...



And with the help of her on-again off-again boyfriend Paul (who was a real stand-up guy until he was discontinued) she could infiltrate any sort of low-life, sleazy, scumbucket club (you know, the sort of place where we Unbelievables wouldn't be seen dead) and blend in with no problem.



She was so great we even came up with a nickname for her... "Sindy-spensable". She wasn't keen, but we had a good chortle in that self-satisfied kind of way....

In short, Sindy was amazing. So amazing, in fact, that the toy maker Pedigree got wind of her talents and made a doll of her (and, for a short time, Paul). They wanted to make dolls of us, too, but we wanted to be called action figures, and they wouldn't budge. "No boy wants an action figure, " they cried. "Boys want man-dolls." This is probably why Pedigree went out of business, but that's another story. Anyway, it was too late for Sindy. The ink was dry on the contract and that was it. We never saw her again, but we'll still have the memories...

Oops! Sorry Sindy, didn't know you were in there...
No! Not those kind of memories. This kind...



I'm sure Clark and Michael have tales to tell about friends and cohorts of the Unbelievables that have just been declassified, so I'll leave them to it. But in the meantime, let me just say...

Love ya, Sindy... wherever you are.