Creepy - that's probably the best way to sum up Barney. Those soulless eyes, that constant moronic grin, and those damn nonsensical songs accompanied by frenzied arm waving. 'The Friendly Dinosaur' my hindquarters if Barney wanted to be my friend I'd run top speed in the opposite direction, take control of a Sherman tank, and then blow that ballyhooing bloated reptile to smithereens. I don't know what kind of parents would let their children hang out with a carnivorous dope who most likely got his purple hue because his corpse has spent something like a gazillion years floating face down in a tar pit. Well I do, they are called BAD PARENTS.