So, Mezco Toyz had the wild idea to get together some of its long running Living Dead Dolls lineup (which just so happens to be celebrating its 16th anniversary), have a custom coffin built, roll up to the Ripley’s Believe it Or Not Odditorium in Times Square in a cool custom hearse (called Hearsula, of course!), place those dolls and a ton of other cool stuff in said coffin and have it entombed, time capsule style for 66 years.

Yes, You have to give them credit for thinking outside the box (bad pun alert! Oh, too late?), but as the line goes in countless horror (and other) movies, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”

Here’s the thing: Mezco is searching for someone in the New York City or New Jersey area with a family mausoleum that happens to have space for a certain evil doll-packed coffin for an extended stay (you’ll want to contact LivingDeadDollsCrypt@gmail.com if you happen to fit that description). I’m betting they most likely want someone responsible who’s got no bones (heh) about loaning out a sacred space for three-fifths of a century plus tax to a coffin packed to the gills with LD memorabilia of all types. Of course, the combination of evil (but kinda cute) dolls socked away against their will and the potential of greedy grave robbers trying to get to that hidden time capsule PLUS the usual supernatural stuff gone awry will mean a rather high body count over that 66 years as people start vanishing when they try and do some grave robbing.

Yeah, move over, Chucky… you’re old news now, pal!

Sure, it’s all fun and games NOW, kids… but when family members and of the chosen mausoleum start dropping like flies and that creepy cursed coffin has to move a few times over that 66 years (with death following its every move), It’ll be quite a sight when that thing is finally opened way down the road and it’s filled with bones and some really well stuffed Living Dead Dolls who won’t be able to get up because they’ve gotten too damn huge (*burp!*). Hmmm… I wonder if there’s an exercise program for dolls and would these cute creeps even follow it? I’m sure glad I won’t be around to find out, but on the other hand, perhaps I can start my own exercise program so I can and get back into shape and be that really old guy watching those now chubby dolls struggle to waddle out of that custom coffin and terrorize a whole new generation of fans…

If someone males a movie about that, I’d go see it… then again, I could just wait for the first set of victims to loan out their family crypt and keep an eye peeled (eww) on the local news, right?

Eh, we’ll see. I love it when a plan comes together, don’t you?