We had this when I was a kid
we had the creepy monkey bashing cymbals and my Grandma had a VERY creepy bartender with glowing eyes and gray fuzzy hair that shook martinis....I hated that little fuck
Same here with the Cymbal crashing monkey.
My uncle also had a small metal coffin that stored change...the coffin opens just a little, and a bony hand grabs your quarter and drags it in. Always creeped me out as a kid.
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