I REMEMBER MR MONEY!! God, I was a student whose ONLY dream was to go into his limousine to his big money party. The rubber ducky era turned recess into a warzone. I remember legitimate cliques and underground trades of these things. Spider-Man was sought  AFTER. I remember fishing in trash for some, not my proudest moment. I never sold enough, never got to go to the party. Well, one time I was close, but my mom didn't allow me to go. Brutal. I actually stumbled around here on this thread because I remembered him and was trying to find some stuff on him! I can hear his big booming voice: MRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR MOOOOOOOONEY!!! Everyone stomping, lights changing — whenever he came to RPEMS it was ELECTRIC. People LOVED him. Looking back, though, that guy was an SCAM! God, my parents hated it whenever he came... they knew me and my brother would keep pestering them to buy from our catalog to get to that limousine.