Maybe it is Nasty's electric blue hair, cascading in braids around her doll-like face. Perhaps it is the gothic-style black lipstick of her friend Candy. Or the surreal fabric limbs sewn onto the dress of lilac-haired Baby.
Whatever the reason, my 1-year-old daughter stares at the trio of crazily dressed ladies smiling and cooing in front of her — and unleashes an almighty scream of primal toddler terror.
Her 3-year-old sister, on the other hand, is in heaven — possibly because she is working her way through a psychedelic ice-cream sundae the size of her head while sitting under a giant pink unicorn.