Theodore the Bear 8-inch Sprout Plushie

Violet lives for the night and loves a little chaos. With wings like velvet shadows and tattoos that whisper stories of rebellion, she floats through the darkness like it’s home—because it is. Sharp-tongued and unbothered, Violet’s sarcasm cuts deeper than her eyeliner, and she’s not here to make friends unless they come with a killer playlist and a flair for the unconventional. While others sleep, she thrives—haunting rooftops, chasing moonlight, and blasting punk rock from her beat-up cassette player. She’s weird, wild, and 100% unapologetic. Cross her, and she’ll curse you with a glare. Impress her, and you might just be invited to a midnight flight.

Meet Thrash, the ultimate prehistoric cuddle buddy in an 8-inch Spout sized plushie! 

The prehistoric prince of punk, Thrash dreams of ascending the stairway to rock stardom. There’s just one very tiny problem—his little arms keep him from mastering even basic power chords. 

Fueled by an unshakable confidence, dramatic flair, and full-throttle rebellion, his energy is always turned up to eleven and his onstage antics are as big as his roar. But what do you expect from a rock legend in the making? For Thrash, it’s all about living loud, being unapologetically yourself, and sticking it to the man.

The prehistoric prince of punk, Thrash dreams of ascending the stairway to rock stardom. There’s just one very tiny problem—his little arms keep him from mastering even basic power chords.

Fueled by an unshakable confidence, dramatic flair, and full-throttle rebellion, his energy is always turned up to eleven and his onstage antics are as big as his roar. But what do you expect from a rock legend in the making? For Thrash, it’s all about living loud, being unapologetically yourself, and sticking it to the man.

Because some animals just want to look different

Yes, he is an undertaker, and yes he worships at the Altar of Darkness, but for all of the moodiness this Cancer exhibits, at the end of the day Ted is a total sweetheart who just wants to give hugs.

He loves to listen to heavy metal music while he works--nothing helps pass the time embalming the dead like some thrashing guitar solos. You know the mortician is in when the flower vases in the funeral home are shaking and you can hear him howling out to the undead.

But when the workday is done, he likes to relax (and soothe those vocal cords) by pouring himself a cup of grey tea and honey. Then it’s time to work on some of his watercolor paintings. They’re mostly fruit basket still lifes and the occasional depiction of Satan chewing off the head of a lamb.

His birthday cards are the most genuine and sentimental, and his shoulder is the one everyone goes to cry on. There’s no one with a bigger heart than Theodore. So try not to be alarmed by the fact he sleeps each night on an autopsy table and carries a vial of blood around his neck. Cause when there’s someone who needs a friend, he’s right there.