Amazing What A Fresh Coat Of Paint Can Hide.

Months ago we toured the King Mini hub of creativity the penthouse studio, today a peek at the newly completed Scumbag. manufacturing facilities.

Here you can see our state of the ergonomic work station.



A recent increase in sales has allowed for some forward thinking reinvestment in 21st century technology.



Photo detail of the finest stitchery.



Tours of our studio, manufacturing plant, and gift shop are currently by appointment only.

People Luv Da Scumbags!

We here at the office have been reading Giant Robot magazine for as long as Big Brain Comics has been stocking issue, somewhere around issue 8 or 9. So we where all thrilled to see our very own scumbags listed in the favorites section of the current issue. It certainly made our day. Check out the magazine and website they have a great selection of everything. Don't forget tomorrow is the last day before we draw names for the limited edition Pappie scumbag doll.

Lock Up Your Liquor Cabinets And Hide Your Change Jar.

King Mini International is proud to announce the expansion of our global empire with the opening of Scumbag. an e-commerce portal spotlighting our latest infatuation. Scumbags are hand drawn, hand stitched, poly filled things measuring roughly 10 inches in height. These fine examples of humanity are packaged in a clear mylar bag with an overly designed header card keeping true to the KMI motto "quality with a k". To celebrate the grand opening of the site purchase any scumbag doll within the next seven days and automatically be registered for a chance to win the limited edition "Poppie" scumbag.

The Fish King Knows.

He cares not for our planes, trains, and electronic devices. He cares little for Sunday night football or the Monday morning shock jock commute. The Fish King knows the ocean is a deep, dark, mysterious place where land dwellers should never explore.

Would You Buy A Car From This Man?

April 4, 2007



Silly question... KMI staffers are still bemused by the recent events surrounding our latest car shopping extravaganza. Our new bestest friend Pappie tried every tired, hackneyed, stale, and cliched trick in the scumbag book of offensive tricks to place us in the car not of our dreams, not of our price range, not of color or model. Pappie was relentless, promising us everything from custom floor mats to boxes of no name steak. As we slowly backed away and dashed for the car, Pappie keep a perfect pace stuffing business cards into all our pockets and the car windshield wipers. As we pulled away, one can only assume, that Pappie realised this sale was slipping away.