by Sara N.
Is this some sort of bizarre parody? I mean, it has to be, right? The squeaky voices, the weird enthusiasm for the weekend, the dancing -- oh, the dancing! Do we really need small purple robots with supple skin for us to tickle? (On second thought, maybe don't answer that.)
Seriously, tell me that laughing/singsong robot voice won't haunt your dreams tonight. Or am I just a bitter, joyless crone who's forgotten what it was like to be a tween and to desperately want a giggling, school-obsessed, ticklish robot companion?