for some reason, Sourland's Beavis bobblehead reminds me of my son's firetruck.
When DS was a toddler, a neighbor gave him a toy truck that her son had outgrown. It had 4 big buttons on it, and she said they activated lights and a siren, but it had quit working at some point. DS really liked his new toy, and out of curiosity, I opened it up to see if I could figure out why it no longer worked. I found that a wire going to the battery pack was no longer connected. A little bit of time with a pair of needle-nose pliers and a soldering iron, and voila! it worked!
It had a very realistic sounding siren that was triggered by one button, pressing another button treated you to that uniquely aggressive horn that firetrucks have. For some reason, two buttons were connected to a distorted recording of a lisping child's voice telling the listener to call firemen if they saw smoke. I began to think that I knew how that wire had become disconnected! After about a week, I decided that I could live with the siren and the horn, but the kid had to go. While my son was napping, I did a second surgery on the firetruck. When I was done, the truck still had its truck sounds and lights, but the buttons activating the child's voice no longer worked.
We have family vacations with DH's siblings and their families every year. The firetruck went on vacation with us for a couple of years. DH took delight in sharing noisy little boy's toys with his brother (who has 2 daughters, no sons) and childless (by choice) sister, particularly first thing in the morning. DH would put the truck right beside bedroom doors and push a button. The beach houses we rented typically were 3 -storied, and you could hear this truck all over the house no matter where it was or you were. I remember passing BIL on the stairs one time, and hearing him muttering to himself about a pair of wire cutters in the car. Wonder what he was thinking?