
“Playtime is over. Now the real fun begins!”
A group of toymakers seek to use Andre Toulon's formula, now in the hands of Toulon's great-nephew Robert, to give life to a line of killer toys that they plan to unleash on Christmas Eve.
This is a gloriously trashy B-movie mashup. Expect cheap thrills, questionable effects, and a whole lot of killer toys going wild. It's pure, unadulterated schlock for those who love their horror with a side of absurdity.



