Don't laugh too hard. . . I recall, on a trip to the UK, the latest rage was selling inflatable sheep called "Love Ewes". Couple of guys in my squadron bought a few, they'd pop up at squadron parties, going-aways, and one memorable retirement, when a buddy of mine was leaving the USAF to become a Priest. . . they gave him a sheep, the first of his "flock". . . .
Oddly enough, Father Mike **still** has the sheep, with the rest of his military momentoes (stopped by his parsonage several years ago when going through NYC. . . )
In catholic high school after wasting the better part of a week and getting way behind on our homecoming float (donQehotix). We completed the horse. Sent someone out to get an Inflat-O-Mate. Glued aluminum foil to the doll. Done.
Cut forward one half day. Homecoming parade is being run through our 'sister' school when one of the penguins sees the doll. I'll never forget the look on her face as she started jumping up and down and yelling.