What Happened to Ideal Toys? | The Teddy Bear Company Nobody Saved

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[00:00:00]You got it for your seventh birthday. It came in a box with a picture of a robot on the front. When you opened the lid, there was no robot inside, just pieces and gears and rods and a wrench and the instructions said you had to build it yourself. You did, sitting on the kitchen floor with your tongue between your teeth for 45 minutes until you turned the key and the whole thing came alive in your hands and walked across the linoleum making a sound that was somewhere between a broken piano and a wind-up clock. You could see through it.

[00:00:36]You could see every gear turning and every lever pulling and every mechanism doing exactly what it was supposed to do and you thought to yourself, this is the most incredible thing I have ever owned.

[00:00:50]Before we dive in, hit subscribe and drop a comment letting us know where you're watching from. That toy was called Mr. Machine and it was made by a company called Ideal and if the name does not ring a bell immediately, then let me tell you what else they made and you will realize that this company was responsible for more of your childhood than you ever knew. Mouse Trap, Motorific cars that drove themselves, the Rubik's Cube that drove you crazy in 1980 and before any of that, before all of it, a teddy bear that changed the world. This is the story of one company that touched every American child for 70 years and then vanished so quietly that most people never noticed it was gone.

[00:01:44]It started with a candy store in Brooklyn in 1902 and a newspaper cartoon Rose Michtom saw in the morning paper. The cartoon showed President Theodore Roosevelt on a hunting trip in Mississippi refusing to shoot a bear that had been tied to a tree for him because he said it was unsportsmanlike.

[00:02:07]The cartoonist drew Roosevelt with his hand raised and the bear looking confused, grateful, and small. Rose looked at that cartoon and then she looked at the scraps of fabric and stuffing behind the candy counter. She sat down and made a small brown bear out of whatever she could find. Her husband Morris put it in the store window the next morning with a hand-lettered sign that said "Teddy's Bear" and by the end of the day it was sold and three people had asked if there were more. Morris Michtom did something that no one in his position would do today because it would seem absurd. He wrote a letter to the President of the United States and asked if he could use the name Teddy to sell toy bears. He included one of Rose's handmade bears in the package because he wanted the President to see what his wife had made. This small, imperfect thing stuffed with cotton and covered in brown plush that looked nothing like the mass-produced bears you see today, but looked exactly like something a mother would make for her own children because that is exactly what it was. And Theodore Roosevelt wrote back and said yes. A candy store owner in Brooklyn asked the President for permission to name a stuffed animal after him and the President said go ahead. From that single exchange between an immigrant shopkeeper and the most powerful man in the country came the teddy bear, the most recognized toy on Earth. The one thing that every child in every country on every continent has held against their chest at some point in their life when the world felt too big and the dark felt too close, and nothing else would do except something soft that smelled familiar and did not talk back. Rose made the first one from scraps. Now, there are billions. Every single one of them traces back to a woman behind a candy counter in Brooklyn who saw a newspaper cartoon and thought she could make that.

[00:04:14]The Michtoms hired local boys from the neighborhood to sew bears, and within a few years the demand was so enormous they opened a factory and called it the Ideal Novelty and Toy Company because Morris believed that every toy they made should be the ideal version of what a child wanted, the absolute best version of the thing a child imagined when they closed their eyes and wished. He did not live to see his company become the largest doll manufacturer in America, but his family carried it forward with the same philosophy he had established in that candy store. They believed a toy should be so good and so full of surprise that a child's face would change the moment they saw it. That was the only test that mattered, not the price, not the profit margin, not the marketing plan, the face. If the face did not change, the toy was not ready.

[00:05:16]By the 1960s, Ideal was making more than dolls and bears, and the thing they made that mattered most to you was a transparent robot that came with its own wrench. Mr. Machine was designed by a man named Marvin Glass who operated the most secretive toy design studio in America out of an office in Chicago where the windows were bricked shut. The doors were reinforced with steel, and every employee signed agreements promising never to discuss what they were working on. Marvin Glass believed that a great toy idea was worth more than money, and if someone stole it before it reached the store shelf, the magic would be gone forever. He was paranoid and brilliant, and the list of toys that came out of his studio reads like the inventory of every American boy's closet between 1960 and 1980. Mr. Machine was the first, and it was the one that mattered because it taught you something that no other toy had ever taught you before. [music] It taught you that you could take something apart, understand how it worked, put it back together, and it would still work. The gears were visible through the clear plastic body, and when you wound the key, set it on the floor, and watched it walk, you could follow the entire chain of mechanical events from the spring to the gears to the legs. You understood for the first time in your life that machines were not magic. They were logic, and logic was something you could learn. You took it apart that first night, not because it was broken, but because you wanted to see if you could do it again. You laid every piece on the carpet in a row, smallest to largest, then you picked up the wrench that came in the box, and you put it all back together. When you wound the key and it walked again, you felt something that is difficult to describe to anyone who has not experienced it, which is the pride of having built something that works with your own hands at an age when the world is still telling you that you are too young to understand how anything works. Some boys who took Mr. Machine apart in 1962 became mechanics. Some became engineers.

[00:07:37]Some became the people who fix everything in their neighborhoods to this day because a transparent robot on a kitchen floor taught them that nothing is too complicated if you are willing to take the time to understand how the pieces fit together.

[00:07:55]Man wrote on a collector's forum years later that Mr. Machine set him on the path to understanding mechanical things and that at 67 years old there was nothing he could not fix. He traced his entire career as a Harley-Davidson mechanic back to a clear plastic robot he received when he was 5 years old.

[00:08:17]That is what Ideal understood. A toy is not something a child plays with for an afternoon. A toy is something a child becomes because of.

[00:08:28]Then came Mousetrap in 1963 and it was the game that nobody ever actually played as a game. You bought it, you opened the box, you ignored the rules entirely, and you spent the next 3 hours building the Rube Goldberg contraption that was the entire point. The little man turned the crank, the shoe kicked the bucket, the ball rolled down the stairs, the rod pushed the thing that released the other thing that swung the net that dropped the cage, and if it worked, if the whole chain reaction actually completed itself without stopping or jamming or falling apart halfway through, you felt a rush of accomplishment that was completely out of proportion to what had actually happened. You had not cured a disease or built a bridge or solved a math problem.

[00:09:20]You had [music] gotten a plastic cage to fall on a plastic mouse and it was magnificent.

[00:09:26]Rock'em Sock'em Robots showed up in 1964 and it was the only toy your mother genuinely did not want in the house because of the noise. Two plastic robots in a plastic ring and you and your brother or your best friend each had a set of buttons and you press [music] them as fast as you could and the robots threw punches at each other. When one of them landed a perfect uppercut, the other robot's head popped straight up on a spring with a loud plastic crack and whoever did it jumped up and yelled and whoever received it demanded a rematch.

[00:10:03]This cycle continued until dinner or until your mother took it away, whichever came first. It was loud and simple and repetitive and it was one of the greatest toys ever made because it did the one thing that every great toy does. It turned [music] two people into competitors who genuinely cared about winning something that did not matter at all. All of those toys came from Marvin Glass's studio in Chicago and the list does not stop there. Operation, the game where you tried to remove tiny plastic bones from a patient without touching the metal sides and setting off the buzzer and the red nose that made everyone at the table jump and yell and argue about whether you had actually touched the edge or not. Ants in the Pants, which was exactly what it sounds like and was impossible to play without laughing.

[00:10:58]Lite Brite, the backlit pegboard that let you make glowing pictures by pushing colored pegs through black paper in a dark room and when you plugged it in and turned off the lights, your creation glowed on the wall of your bedroom in colors that seemed to come from somewhere beyond the toy itself, somewhere closer to stained glass than plastic. And Simon, the electronic memory game that blinked red and blue and green and yellow in sequences that got faster and faster until you made a mistake and had to start over and you swore you would get further next time [music] and you always meant it and you usually did. Every one of those came from the same bricked up building on the same street in Chicago designed by people who understood that the best toy in the world is the one that makes you forget what time it is. Marvin Glass never let anyone visit the studio without an appointment and a reason.

[00:11:58]Delivery drivers were met at the door.

[00:12:01]Competitors were met with lawyers. He kept his greatest ideas locked in a vault and his employees swore secrecy because in the toy business of the 1960s, a single leaked prototype could mean the difference between a best seller and a bankruptcy.

[00:12:19]Glass was difficult and demanding and obsessive and the toys that came out of his fortress were unlike anything anyone else was making because he refused to release anything that was merely good.

[00:12:32]It had to be something that changed a child's face.

[00:12:36]Ideal rode those inventions through the 1960s and into the 1970s with an energy that seemed unstoppable.

[00:12:46]They had the Evel Knievel stunt cycle that you wound up by cranking the red handle as fast as your arm could move and then released to watch the motorcycle scream across the kitchen floor. It would launch off a ramp you built from a piece of cardboard propped up on a dictionary. When it crashed, you set it up and did it again because crashing was half the fun and the other half was seeing how far you could make it fly before gravity won. They had Motorific, the miniature cars with their own tiny rechargeable engines. You charge them by inserting them into a power station and then place them on a track and watch them drive themselves around the curves at a speed that seemed impossibly fast for something that fit in your palm. It was an entirely different experience from slot cars because you could not control them. You just built the track and watched and hoped they made it all the way around without flying off at the turn where you had not quite locked the pieces together tightly enough.

[00:13:52]But the toy business is a brutal place where last year's magic is this year's clearance bin. By the late 1970s, the world was changing in ways that Ideal could not keep up with. Electronic games were replacing mechanical ones. Video game consoles were appearing in living rooms for the first time. The children who had built Mr. Machine in 1962 were now adults buying different things for their own children. The new toys blinked and beeped and ran on batteries and microchips instead of gears and springs and wrenches. The kitchen floor where you once laid out every piece of Mr. Machine in a perfect row from smallest to largest was now occupied by an Atari and a tangle of cables. The sound that filled the house was no longer the mechanical clicking of a transparent robot but the electronic blooping of Space Invaders descending one row at a time toward the bottom of the screen.

[00:14:50]Ideal found one last massive hit in 1980 when they brought a Hungarian puzzle called the Magic Cube to America and renamed it the Rubik's Cube. For one glorious year, the entire country was obsessed with it. Every desk in every office and every locker in every school had one and Ideal had a product that sold faster than anything in the history of the company. It was the kind of success that should have saved them but the Rubik's Cube was too easy to copy.

[00:15:20]Dozens of companies in Asia began producing identical cubes for half the price and Ideal spent millions on lawsuits trying to protect their product.

[00:15:30]>> [music] >> They won some and lost others and in the space of a single year the company went from $3.7 million in profit to $15.5 million in losses, a swing of $19 million.

[00:15:44]No toy company could survive that.

[00:15:47]In 1982, Ideal was sold to CBS for $58 million and that was the beginning of the long goodbye. Not a dramatic collapse, not a factory shutting its doors while workers streamed out into the parking lot for the last time. Nothing like that. It was quieter and in some way sadder because it happened so slowly that nobody noticed until it was already over. CBS kept Ideal for five years then sold it to View-Master International because CBS decided they were not in the toy business after all. View-Master held it for two years and then sold it to Tyco Toys because View-Master decided they were not in the toy business either. In 1997, Tyco was absorbed by Mattel. With that final merger, the name Ideal, the company that had started in a candy store in Brooklyn 90 years earlier, the company that had given the world the teddy bear and Mr. Machine and Mouse Trap and Rock'em Sock'em Robots and Operation and Simon and Light Bright and a hundred other toys that made children's faces change the moment they saw them, dissolved into a corporation so large that the word Ideal became nothing more than an line item on a legal document in a filing cabinet in a building where no one could hear the sound of a transparent robot walking across a kitchen floor.

[00:17:26]It was not a dramatic ending. There was no fire, no lawsuit, no villain who destroyed it. It was more like watching a river get absorbed by the ocean. You can point to where the river was, but you cannot see it anymore because it became part of something too big to hold the shape of what it used to be. The toys survived because they were too good to disappear entirely. Mousetrap is still sold under a different name by a different company in a different box.

[00:17:58]The Rubik's Cube is still everywhere and still makes people feel stupid and determined at the same time. Rock'em Sock'em M Robots still makes noise in living rooms where brothers challenge each other and mothers ask them to please keep it down. The toys lived on because great toys always do, but the company that made them, the company whose name meant something perfect that you could hold in your hands, that company is gone. But here is the part that makes this story different from every other story about a toy company that disappeared. The very first thing Ideal ever made is still here. Not in a museum, not in a collector's display case, not on a shelf behind glass where no one can touch it. It is in a child's arms right now tonight in a bedroom somewhere in the world. A teddy bear.

[00:18:55]Maybe it is brown, maybe it is white, maybe it has one eye missing and a seam that has been re-sewn by a grandmother who understood that some things are worth fixing no matter how worn they become. That bear exists because Rose Michtom saw a newspaper cartoon one morning in 1902 and thought she could make something out of scraps that would make a child smile. She did not know she was starting a company. She did not know she was inventing the most beloved toy in history. She was just a woman behind a candy counter who saw something kind in a cartoon and wanted to hold on to it. And that is what Ideal was, a company that started with kindness and scraps and the belief that a toy should change a child's face the moment they saw it. The company is gone, the name is gone, the factory is gone, but the bear is still here. And as long as there are children who cannot sleep without something soft pressed against their chest, Rose's bear will outlive every company that ever tried to own it.

[00:20:06]If you grew up with an Ideal toy, tell us which one. Mr. Machine, Mouse Trap, Rock'em Sock'em Robots, the Evil Knievel Stunt Cycle, Motorific, the Rubik's Cube. We want to hear your story. Drop it in the comments.