Discussion in 'Transformers Toy Discussion' started by Smashs, Feb 8, 2012.
Looks like they just came up. No pics yet.
They came up last night. Ordered everything except for BB because he sucks and Deluxe Soundwave is mysteriously out of stock.
Ah cool. Supposedly they are all in stock at a Target about 30 minutes from here, so i'm hopefully gonna grab them from there.
No Soundwave, no deal. I'm only ordering them if they're all there.
I'll wait for a retail hit in about a week.
15 bucks? what happened to $13 Deluxes?
I think they've been 14.99 in the store as well.
Before then too, few days ago, it was posted here in multiple threads.
WOOT! just ordered 2 wheeljacks, since that is the only one I want.
Welcome to TRU, please leave your wallet at the door and start wishing you had Vaseline on hand.
Ok, it's not really THAT bad, but it sure feels like it.
It was one of those mornings. One of those cold, gray, February mornings where you need to hit the bottle early for a bit of warmth...especially when the heat's been turned off and the landlord's already been hinting that he's got someone lined up to move into this space in less than a week.
I had just taken a pull when there came a knock on my door. The landlord had just been around ten minutes ago, so I had a feeling that this wouldn't be him again. Probably an actual client. I could see my fortunes looking up already. Finally, a client after two weeks of nothing! This was my lucky day.
The knock came again. I quickly came to the conclusion that maybe I should answer it.
The door opened and in walked...well, he looked like kind of an athletic guy, dressed in a toga. In the middle of February?
"You the private detective?"
This was the time to wow him with a snappy comeback. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of one. So I went with my usual.
"That's what it says on the door."
"No it doesn't. There's just some smudged lettering."
That landlord works fast. Well, that explained why I could smell paint thinner. I decided to move on.
"Yeah. And you are...?"
An ancient Roman name. Well, that explained the toga. "And what can I do for you?"
He reached into his front pocket. Realizing he was probably going for a gun, I did what I always do in these situations: panic and stand very still, hoping that they're shooting for a clean kill, rather than a painful wound.
He pulled out two photographs. I relaxed slightly.
"This guy vanished under mysterious circumstances. I want you to find out what happened to him."
I took a look at the pictures. One looked like a blank-faced robot from out of a science fiction serial. The other looked like a weird plane where someone forgot the cockpit. And the propellers. What were these things?
Something strange was going on here. Why was this ancient Roman looking for a plane with missing pieces? How would he even know about science fiction robots? And where was he hiding a pocket in that toga? Time to pump him for some information...but nicely. He might have a gun in another pocket.
"This guy a friend of yours or something?"
He gave me a strange look. "Are you some kind of idiot or something?"
Hey, I'm not the one wearing the toga, pal. That would have been a good comeback, but I decided that keeping my trap shut was safer. He took my silence as a cue to continue.
"This is a kid's toy. They've vanished from store shelves and online retailers."
Online...what? A kid's toy? I felt like I was in some foreign country...or maybe in the wrong decade.
I needed to ask a smart question. "Well, how are they sold?"
"Stores get cases of eight. Three Bumblebees, two Wheeljacks, two Cliffjumpers, one Soundwave. This guy," he added, indicating the picture.
Strange-sounding toys. An insect, a car tool, a suicide, and a radio-plane-robot thing? "Wouldn't it be simpler to just do two of each?"
He shrugged, acknowledging that I had a good point. "That's just the way they do it."
"So this guy's not very popular, eh?"
He looked puzzled. "He's the best one of the bunch!"
It was my turn to give him a strange look. "So he's rare, he's popular, and you're surprised he's sold out?"
He looked at me blankly for a second, blinked, and turned toward the door.
"Not so fast, pal! What about my fee? I charge fifteen bucks a day, plus expenses."
He looked at me over his shoulder as he opened the door. "Fifteen bucks? That's reserved for buying this guy...if I can find him." He closed the door behind him as he left.
Fifteen bucks? For a kid's toy? Who could afford that?
I shook my head as I reached for the bottle again.
That made me laugh very hard.
Tom Baker is slowclapping right now from the TARDIS.
Apologies for my ignorance. I've looked once a day and this is the first they'e showed up for me.
Anyways, for those who didn't see it a few days ago, glad to help.
Soundwave is always OOS when I check. I swear, if I walk into a TRU near me and there is more than one soundwave, I'm buying them all. Them gonna post them here for what I paid (+shipping of course) to try and help others get these guys.
Don't worry, we'll be drowning in Wave 1 figs before you know it, and then we'll be left wondering why Wave 2+ toys are so hard to find with all the Wave 1 figs clogging the shelves. XD
It was posted in other threads with entirely different subjects, anyone not reading would miss. It's why Soundwave is gone though, mystery solved, the fans here ATE THEM ALL. lol
How did you know I wear toga's? They're quite comfortable with a refreshing breeze for us athletic guys. Now available with pockets. It's the cargo toga.
It was time for another snappy comeback. "That's why I'm the one with 'detective' painted on the door, Pal."
"Yeah, but I hope you didn't pay the guy who repainted it very much. I could barely read it."
"Nah. When I saw how bad a job he did, I didn't even pay him a nickel." I shifted my stance slightly, so as to hopefully block the paint brush and can sitting in the corner that I had used earlier. I should have paid the extra ten cents for a set of stencils. But why spend good money for stencils when I couldn't even afford the rent on this place?
I heard the door close and refocused my attention. He must have left during my inner monologue. And me still without my fee. I reached for the bottle, and realized I had another mystery on my hands. Or rather, another mystery not in my hands: The bottle was gone.
"Just how big were his pockets, I wonder?" I muttered suspiciously to myself....
And $27 Voyagers!
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