Things like this fondly reminds me of my own childhood. I don't remember this specific character but in the depths of my mind there still remain spots that's been untouched for decades that hold memories of children's church material I've been shown that I can no longer recall. There's something physiologically fascinating about this. As children we were shown things that at the time appeared sweet, normal and even enriching. As we become grown and peer onto that very same material, it becomes the product of freaky dreams or in the very least it leaves us with a dirty chill.
The eyes on that doll alone. Terrifying! "My name is talking Tina and I'm going to kill you."