Aren't we cute?
The Bob costume is actually a cheery-looking torture device. Simply getting in and out of the thing required the service of several people, and most of the time it was the guys who were helping me which was fairly awkward. I had to wear a large metal backpack which held the rechargable battery and provided structure to Bob's body. The backpack left bruises on the top of my head and my hips where they dug into my flesh. As you can see from the picture, my hands extended outside of the costume and it was impossible to adjust the costume, scratch an itch, or otherwise do anything for myself once I had the gloves on! Not only that, but I had zero peripheral vision and could not hear from the fan blowing inside of the outfit (it kept Bob inflated). I was blind, deaf, and helpless, not to mention ROASTING! So... that's the inside scoop. It was an interesting experience to say the least. I actually have respect for the poor souls who play Disney characters now!
But don't believe my whining... it was totally worth it...
