For me, The Brave Little Toaster was the scariest shit in town. After watching that, I was afraid of ovens for years. I also had an aversion to air conditioners, vacuums, clowns, and those things that squish cars into small boxes or whatever. They were on a conveyor belt singing a depressing song about not being wanted anymore and then they got squashed because they were scrap parts. It was horrible! And I felt so guilty whenever I didn't want my baby blanket around anymore since the one in the movie was so codependent and wanted his owner to love him so badly.