My obsession with tin toys didn't start with a shiny new one. It started with a time-worn vintage robot. It was silent and still, but my father saw its potential. Together, we cleaned the gears and tensioned the spring. When we finally heard that rhythmic whirr-click-click return to life, I didn't just see a toy—I saw magic.

That memory built FunClox. Because I grew up understanding the inner workings of every robot, racer, and carousel, I treat every item with immense respect.

Today, I personally inspect and test every piece to ensure the mechanical magic is perfect before it reaches your hands.