This little boy sees his dad buy it courtesy some crazy mechanical Santa Claus toy, so needless to say he's pretty freaked out. Weeks later the kid is still a mess, so when even Rambo cartoons won't snap him out of it his mom tries to cheer him up by taking him to a toy store run by a guy named "Pedo".

Uh, okay. I guess she is in mourning or whatever, so I suppose we can excuse this particular lapse in judgment. But still. Anyway, there's some rigmarole and skullduggery in a pathetic attempt to red herring us, but the gist of it is that Pedo's son is making killer toys, which are fucking people up in fairly bloody but totally ridiculous ways. Why? Because he's really a full-on Westworld-looking robot with interchangeable heads! And as if that isn't weird enough, in the end the robot strips down and tries to rape the mom with his non-existent, Ken-doll style junk while screaming "I love you mommy!" Jesus H. Christ that's fucked up. Can you imagine if Freud watched this movie? Nigga would explode. There's no tits - which is too bad because hotness abounds - but between the non-rape and the part where Tony Award winner Mickey Rooney calls someone a son of a bitch and then busts a whiskey bottle over their head this is pretty much a must-see.