Matt and I were afraid of the screeching cymbal-playing monkey toy Gramma kept in the den closet. Matt, do you still have him?
A very similar product in action, only not as creepy:
A post on someone’s blog about a creepy toy reminded me of this thing. The closet was semi-magical, though, because it was lined in cedar and smelled so interesting to me. It’s also where Gramma kept our Easter candy.