That reminds me of an interesting story.
When I was five, I had a pretty big stuffed Mickey Mouse that had a tape player running along it's spine. You would turn Mickey around, and insert the M-O-U-S-E song cassette, push play, and he would lip sync the whole tape with his mouth. When I turned six, he became very old, and didn't work that well, so ofcourse, my interest in him left. I came to seeing him again near my seventh birthday, and realized, that he still might work. After putting in his tape, and pushing play, his angelic voice became horribly scarred, and began to growl in some weird tongue that made me piss and crap myself. Not exactly in that order, however, he is why I am in a Death Metal band now.