Not only did I have one that talked, it also had a factory defect that as long as it had a tape and batteries, it would turn on at any time it damn well pleased (except when you actually tried to make it play). And when the batteries started to run down, it would talk with this slow, distorted, slurring voice that sounded like a demonically-possessed Barry White. Nothing like being five and hearing "Coooooome... with... meeeeee... tooooo... the... laaaaaaand... of... dreeeeeeaaaaams..." in that voice suddenly come from the bottom of your toy box at three in the morning to make you need a night light for a few years.