I love early space-age kid-toys; they point to the future we take for granted. That said: The damned thing does nothing useful, unless you need to develop photos while on a Scouting trip, and those are probably candids you took of the Girl Scouts when your troops got together, and one of them you can almost see Susie's underwear. Sell them to your buddies! Oh, you're everyone's pal now, but they all think you're a perv, and there's a reason they're all friendly when they want to buy a Winston you stole from your Mom or a page of Playboy you ripped out of your dad's mag, and then at school they don't say hello and they sure as hell don't invite you to birthday parties.