Last Updated on May 15, 2025 by nice2buy
Right. Imagine if your childhood teddy bear, the one that comforted you through colds, nightmares, and the trauma of your parents arguing over IKEA furniture assembly, suddenly came to life. But instead of saying things like “I love you,” he cracks dirty jokes, swears like a hungover sailor, and probably smells like beer and regret.
Welcome to the glorious madness of the Ted Talking Plush.
This isn’t just a stuffed bear. No. This is a 24-inch, PG-13-to-R-rated, officially licensed, profanity-laced homage to one of the most questionable miracles in cinema: the film Ted. A movie where a grown man is best friends with a magical talking bear who likes bong hits and Thunder Buddies. And someone, somewhere, thought: Yes. This needs to be on a toy shelf.
Let’s start with the positives:
- It talks. And not in that cutesy “Hug me!” kind of way. No. Ted says things like, “Will you take care of me forever and ever?” in the voice of someone who absolutely should not be trusted with your car keys.
- It looks the part. I’ll give it that. It’s the spitting image of the film’s Ted — if you ignore that his mouth doesn’t move, he doesn’t stand on his own, and the stuffing is firmer than Mark Wahlberg’s abs in 1997.
- It’s hilarious — if you’re an adult. A very specific type of adult who still thinks fart jokes are the pinnacle of comedy and who believes Seth MacFarlane is a misunderstood philosopher.
But let’s not kid ourselves:
- This is not a toy for children. Not unless you want to explain to your 6-year-old what “bastard” means at the dinner table.
- There’s no volume control. Which means Grandma might get an earful of Ted’s musings while trying to find the TV remote.
- Battery replacement? Forget it. You’d have an easier time solving a Rubik’s cube blindfolded with one hand than opening up this bear without surgery.
Final Verdict:
If you’re looking for emotional support, buy a real teddy bear.
If you’re looking for an unfiltered drinking buddy made of fluff, Ted’s your guy.
It’s rude. It’s ridiculous. It’s utterly unnecessary.
And I absolutely love it.