I was hoping to enjoy the memories of my childhood through my niece, now I get to enjoy a broken-hearted-pissed-off three year old. Thanks Hasbro. THANKS A LOT!
(Please note, A was broken-hearted, but she wasn't so pissed off that it kept her up all night. We just wish we could have played with this tonight. This isn't meant to be a "real" rant on Hasbro. I just didn't think to read the box about batteries because "when I was a little girl--a few years ago!--it plugged into the wall, thus did not need batteries.)