Radioactive Wrong Robby - Glowfeck!

Turnaround

Closer look

Super Glow

Please note - Super Glow!

Comes bagged and carded. Signed and Numbered on bottom of foot.

Cast using Smooth-on 45D. Thin parts are re-enforced with internal metal pins. (Specifically their “ear” stalks.) Neodymium magnetic head swivels. Installed with N&S pole awareness so swappable with any other Robbie. Painted using Golden Acrylic Paints.

——————

…Accessing WR Escapee log mainframe… Ping accepted… Connection established… Escape Log 28 Received.

Escape Log 28:
Moniker: “Glowfeck”
Primary Dysfunction: Pride / Emotionally stunted confusion

Glowfeck was deeply offended when the other Robbies became radioactive. Sure, his best friend Escarjoe had been glowing like a malfunctioning neon sign for years—but that was different.

These Robbies didn’t just stumble into radioactivity; they crash-landed into a nuclear power plant. One moment, they were cruising through space—BOOM. Now they were glowing like cheap glow sticks at a sketchy music festival. And they wouldn’t shut up about it.

Confused by his own emotions, Glowfeck handled it maturely—by being a massive hater.

“You guys are just gimmicks with no substance,” he scoffed. “Radioactivity? No thanks.”

But here’s the thing—that couldn’t have been further from the truth. They weren’t gimmicky at all. They had plenty of substance—one even figured out how to glow in different colors.

The real issue? Glowfeck was the most radioactive Robbie of them all. But no one noticed. No one included him in their cool glow gang. Instead, they treated him like the nerdy kid who only gets invited to group chats when someone needs homework answers.

Glowfeck felt abandoned. Overlooked. Jealous. So, in classic emotionally stunted fashion, he convinced himself he simply wasn’t radioactive at all.

Enter: Dingleberry.

A Robbie with the wisdom of a thousand bad decisions, Dingleberry hit him with some hard truth:

“Dude… you’re literally glowing right now.”

Glowfeck blinked. Looked down. Sure enough, he was lighting up the room like an old-school Windows screensaver. And just like that, it clicked.

He wasn’t left out because he wasn’t radioactive—he was left out because he was being a miserable little gremlin about it.

So, he did something radical. He embraced the glow. And for the first time ever, Glowfeck stopped being a hater and started having fun!