Mr. Bucket
Mr. Bucket is a tabletop game and toy published by Milton Bradley and released c. 1992 which was discontinued but re-released in 2007. The game featured a plastic, motorized bucket which ejected different colored balls from its mouth. The player(s) then use plastic shovels to scoop up the balls and place them back inside Mr. Bucket.
Gameplay
The object of the game is for each player to get his or her balls into Mr. Bucket before he pops them out of his mouth. Blue, green, yellow, and red plastic balls are scattered around the floor like pins, and players each choose a shovel that corresponds to the ball color they will attempt to collect. Once Mr. Bucket is turned on, players must scoop up their balls that match their shovel's color and drop them into the top of Mr. Bucket. While players are collecting, Mr. Bucket will pop out the balls that have been placed inside him out of his mouth at regular intervals. The winner is the first player to get all three of their balls in Mr. Bucket at the same time.
Podcasts:
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by Matthew West
Mr. James
by: Matthew WestMr. James sits on a park bench
Feeds the pigeons
From the crust of his bread
And I come around from time to time
To hear his stories unwind
'Cause it helps me clear my head
Mr. James says, "Ten years ago I was rich man
Well, I had a corporate office
You know that down on 17th and Main
Somewhere along the line
I guess I just lost all track of time
And tried to make myself a name"
Time goes by, just like yesterday
Used to be tomorrow
Time goes by, just like yesterday
Just like, Mr. James says
He said, "Well, take these pigeons for example
Well, they never seem to have
A single worry on their mind
Well, maybe it's because they know
That the good Lord is watching over everyone of us
'Cause you know that's the secret of this life"
Time goes by, just like yesterday
Used to be tomorrow
Time goes by, just like yesterday
Just like, Mr. James says
Don't worry about tomorrow
Tomorrow will take care of itself
Don't worry about tomorrow
Tomorrow will, take, care of itself, yeah
Yesterday I stopped by that old park bench
I fed that Mr. James pigeons
From the crust of my bread
Well, I watched the world fly by
And I thought all about my life
I remembered what Mr. James said
Time goes by, just like yesterday
Used to be tomorrow
And time goes by, just like yesterday
Just like, Mr. James says
Time goes by, just like yesterday
Used to be tomorrow
And time goes by, just like yesterday
Just like, Mr. James says
Time goes by, well, it's just like yesterday
Used to be tomorrow
Time goes by, it's just like yesterday