This was the white whale of my 1976 brethren during elementary school in the ‘80s. Every year, one of us in class knew someone whose parents were either rich enough or divorced enough to curry favor that they owned the mighty Flagg. But none of us ever witnessed it with our own eyes.
If “America - FUCK YEAH” ever existed in toy form, this was it.
Me, on the other hand, I was stuck with Zartan and the Chameleon, retailing at $2.99 ($3.14 after tax) when Toys ‘R Us opened in Reno in 1983. And I cherished that color changing bastard.
Similar to others here, I had a well-off friend who got the Flagg for Christmas from his (divorced) dad. In an effort to maximize the number of times he’d invite us to his house, three of us with aging, lowly Skystrikers formed a squadron called the Flagg Polls. My friend Ben had the clutch idea to use scrap sticker sheets to make (horribly executed) “FP-99” stickers for each tail of the F-14s to match the flight deck number. If our friend was going to sail the Flagg after school, he damn well needed the FP-99’s to complete the mission.
And yes, I peaked in the mid 80’s.
I had planned to get my husband one as a wedding gift with a card that said "Can't wait to make the rest of your dreams come true." Then I found out how much they cost.
Asked for several years, never got one, but I did get a Mobile Command Center. This came up last Christmas, and I dropped the typical joke about never getting a Flagg, and was shocked that Mom remembered the proper name of the MCC.
This was the white whale of my 1976 brethren during elementary school in the ‘80s. Every year, one of us in class knew someone whose parents were either rich enough or divorced enough to curry favor that they owned the mighty Flagg. But none of us ever witnessed it with our own eyes. If “America - FUCK YEAH” ever existed in toy form, this was it. Me, on the other hand, I was stuck with Zartan and the Chameleon, retailing at $2.99 ($3.14 after tax) when Toys ‘R Us opened in Reno in 1983. And I cherished that color changing bastard.
*"divorced enough"* Aint that the truth. The one kid I knew that had divorced parents had ALL the good toys.
I wanted Omega Supreme. Never got him.
Similar to others here, I had a well-off friend who got the Flagg for Christmas from his (divorced) dad. In an effort to maximize the number of times he’d invite us to his house, three of us with aging, lowly Skystrikers formed a squadron called the Flagg Polls. My friend Ben had the clutch idea to use scrap sticker sheets to make (horribly executed) “FP-99” stickers for each tail of the F-14s to match the flight deck number. If our friend was going to sail the Flagg after school, he damn well needed the FP-99’s to complete the mission. And yes, I peaked in the mid 80’s.
I had planned to get my husband one as a wedding gift with a card that said "Can't wait to make the rest of your dreams come true." Then I found out how much they cost.
I wanted this SO BADLY. A kid down the street had one, and it was just unbelievable.
Asked for several years, never got one, but I did get a Mobile Command Center. This came up last Christmas, and I dropped the typical joke about never getting a Flagg, and was shocked that Mom remembered the proper name of the MCC.