I saved pretty much every toy that I loved as a kid, Madballs were no exception. I had the complete run of standard Madballs and two of the three “Super Madballs” along with the complete run of the Marvel comic. I was...a bit of a fan. Not related at all, I wasn’t too popular with my female classmates at the time. Unlike many 80s toys (like Transformers) these guys are a “you had to be there to appreciate it” kinda thing...and I get that when I see some of the modern day gross-out toys in the toy aisle. It’s a weird genre that taps into a curiosity that comes along with a particular developmental stage of childhood. Nevertheless, these remain a true oddity. The simple gross-out appeal was obvious but there was something special about Madballs amongst this genre that’s hard to put a finger on. I feel that only Garbage Pail Kids matched them in this regard. They were beautifully painted and appealing on an intangible level...at least they were to an 8-year-old kid. Anybody who collected these back in the day will recall that the texture of Madballs was variable. Intentional or not, one Madball might be really firm, one would be rubbery feeling and extra bouncy, and the next might be spongy and squishy. They were all cool to throw around and they all smelled awesome too. They were probably emitting toxic VOCs...worth it. Well as it turns out, the harder varieties of Madballs have held up fine to the ravages of time while the squishy ones are goners. At least, that’s how mine ended up. Before tossing them out, I was giving (what was left of) these childhood relics one last look...and Bruised Brother (one of the wave 2 balls) literally crumbled in my hand, revealing an unexpected gross little oddity. Evidentially, Madballs were made with a dense rubber ball at their core. I don’t know the function of this but it likely added mass (to make them “throwable”) and may have served as some kind of base for the foam injection? Who knows... In any case, the effect is that they appear to have a fleshy, asymmetrical, little ball of hardened snot for a brain! It actually turned my stomach a bit to find these nasty little cores in all of them...yet I couldn’t help myself! I appreciated the final gross-out from my toys as I said farewell. I will always have a special place in my eight year old brain for Madballs.