Auctioning back my childhood

I totally scored a copy of Dooly and the Snortsnoot.

Bite it!

Of course, I'm at work and The Hubbins called me up to ask what in heck is a "dully and the snarsnut" and why was one delivered to our door, so I have not even had the chance to squee at the delight of owning my very own Dooly and the Snortsnoot for the first time since I was about 6 years old and the world was bright and sunny, and I was happy, in the days of the Republic, before the Dark Times. . .