They were two hard plastic balls on a string that you clacked together and you drove your parents nuts with the noise. They bruised your arms badly and they were addictive.
My Mom and her best friend pretended that the Police was at our door one time and they were collecting KaBonkers/Klackers because kids were being killed by them. It was Jane's husband messing with us kids and I never forgave my Mom for taking my Bright Pink KaBonkers away from me. I couldn't find them for over 20 years and I reminded her about the ordeal until the day that she went into the hospital and passed away.
One day he made an announcement (he talked like Foghorn Leghorn) "I would that you would not knock your knockers in class". Wrong thing to say to a building full of high schoolers. :evilgrin:
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