The Burger King / A fable for Amer­ica
  copy­right Bob Conge 2013

Look­ing back, it is dif­fi­cult to grasp Sum­ner only weighed a bit over 3 pounds at birth and one might won­der if over­com­pen­sa­tion played a role in his devel­op­ment as nei­ther his mother or father broke five feet or weighed nighty pounds soak­ing wet.

It was touch and go at first and Mr and Mrs For­ward were over­joyed when they were finally able to bring lit­tle Sum­ner home after spend­ing the first fif­teen weeks of life in a glass case at the neona­tal unit of Strong Memo­r­ial Hos­pi­tal. Being their only child, they wanted him to grow up big and strong. To that end they just could not feed Sum­ner enough morn­ing, noon, night, and often in between.

BIG he got, by the age of twelve, at 476 pounds and six foot eleven, he was too big to return to school in the fall. His edu­ca­tion over, Sum­ner got a job flip­ping burg­ers at the local McDon­alds a few blocks from his house where he slipped him­self a burger for every one he cooked. Two hun­dred or more on a good day. By the fol­low­ing Spring, when Sum­ner was fired for steal­ing, he was eight feet ten and weighed 923 pounds.

Hun­gry all the time, Sumner’s habit of bit­ing his fin­ger­nails pro­gressed to nib­bling bits of flesh off his fin­gers till bone would show through here and there. With both of his par­ents work­ing three jobs each they could not keep up with the gro­cery bills.

Sum­ner not only ate his par­ents out of house and home, when the fridge was finally empty, he ate them as well. And then the mail­man and three of his neigh­bors com­ing home late at night. In the end he was too large to get out of the house and his fin­ger nib­bling even­tu­ally esca­lated, lead­ing his all con­sum­ing habit to become his own demise.

The moral ? It would seem Zappa was right so many years ago when he said,  “you are what you eat !”

This is a one of a kind piece based on a new sculpt by Bob Conge. It is a mas­sive  5″ x 6″ x 10″ high hand cast resin fig­ure. It has red glass eye inserts, fab­ric rem­nants and an inter­nal motion acti­vated LED unit. It also comes with a hand cast dump acces­sory.   Signed and dated $1450.

If you would like a chance to pur­chase “The Burg­erk­ing”  send an email to: bob@plaseebo.net   with your name and address by Wednes­day April 17th.

The win­ner will be noti­fied on Thurs­day April 18th.

Plaseebo is pleased to announce a new sculpt by Bob Conge that will be the basis for an Ultra Lim­ited series of cus­toms to be offered over the com­ing year. This one of a kind cus­tom “EASTER Chick Gone Wild” is the first in Plaseebo’s Ultra Lim­ited “Chicks Gone Wild” series. This is a 8 inch high hand cast resin painted and signed by Conge.

Here is the backstory:

                                                                           © Bob Conge 2013

 
Remem­ber all those yel­low baby balls of fuzz and feath­ers taken from their moth­ers at three days old and offered for sale at Easter from the five and dime or Agway stores ? Quasi par­ents would offer them to their maul­ing off­spring as cute and cud­dly tem­po­ral pets to go peep­ing through the next three weeks or so until the mal­nour­ished and exhausted chicks lost their nov­elty and out­grew their cuteness.

A few were for­tu­nate enough to be dropped off at local farms as orphans to live out life at the bot­tom of the peck­ing order. The major­ity how­ever met a much less desir­able end. By mid April the annual coun­try wide geno­cide was in full swing at the hands of unfeel­ing naz­i­fied moth­ers and fathers. A flush of the toi­let and they were done till next March. Thus annu­ally reen­forc­ing the unspo­ken les­son for their chil­dren, “If you are not cute, you are worthless !”

Well as chicken karma would have it, in 1958 some of the besieged chicks were dumped one night on a dirt road near an aban­doned farm in Ala­m­agordo New Mex­ico. The empty farm sat on the fringe of the Nevada Prov­ing Ground for atmos­pheric atomic test­ing and the lost chicks found end­less fields of irra­di­ated corn and ponds filled with water that would glow green at night.

Only two years later they were thirty-eight feet tall and were eat­ing every­thing they could pick apart with their razor sharp beaks. Throw­backs to their dinosaur ances­tors, they began attack­ing cars on lonely night high­ways and eat­ing the tasty humans inside the metal eggs.

How cute.

Plaseebo is pleased to rep­re­sented at the 2013 New York Toy Fair Feb­ru­ary 10 thru13.
The “Mars Attack Mis­fit Robot” will be on dis­play at the Toy Tokyo Booth #5032

The one of a kind cus­tom “Mars Attack” robot is the third in Plaseebo’s Ultra Lim­ited “MISFITS” series. This is a 9 inch high hand cast resin of Bob’s orig­i­nal sculpt. Hand painted and signed by Conge. The body cham­ber is filled with a mag­i­cal mix of slowly mov­ing gel col­ors and shapes illu­mi­nated from the back by a switched color chang­ing LED unit that has replace­able batteries.

You can read “The Mis­fits” back-story here: http://www.plaseebo.net/news/backstories/the-misfits/

We are pleased and hum­bled by this award.

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Com­ing in early 2013