George Benton
Founder & CEO of Unlimited Bubbles

My Story
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When you were a kid and went to the store with your parents, were you told the three “Anythings?"
Don't look at Anything!
Don't touch Anything!
Don't ask for Anything! 

If you can relate, I want you to remember that feeling as I tell you the story of the origin of Unlimited Bubbles.

Two decades ago I was bartending at the best restaurant/nightclub in my state. 

Trays of Champagne hoisted through throngs of rich people, caviar lavishly topping every dish, Rolls Royces, Bentleys and Beemers over 100 deep at the valet.

You probably can picture the place.

I had great co-workers, made awesome money, and the music was great. 

Truthfully most things about the job were great except one thing.....no matter what we would try to do to make these wealthy people happy, it never worked.

The day before my niece turned six, I called her to see what she wanted for her birthday. She asked if we could go to Toys-R-Us.

Being the fun Uncle, I said yes.

When we arrived and approached the building, it started to dawn on me that

A) I hadn't been there in over 20 years.

😎 I was the only adult in charge of her, and

C) I had more than enough money from bartending the night before to buy anything in the store!

Remembering my horrible trips to the store as a child I stopped and turned to my niece and exclaimed, “When we get in there, I want you to get anything and everything you want!"

Her face lit up, but honestly, mine did too, because I realized I could get all the things I never got as a kid!

We raced through the aisle and everything was still there!

Transformers, remote controlled cars, magic kits, you name it.

But out of all things, an eight dollar bubble gun caught my eye the most.

It was a simple gun that blew bubbles.

It was the first time I had ever seen something like that. It reminded me of visiting my dad as a child, after my parents divorced.

He would sit in the living room in his big brown rocking chair while I stood, wide eyed, in front of him, watching him attempt to blow the biggest bubbles for me.

He didn’t always succeed with making bubbles, but I still loved those times.

So I bought the bubble gun in his memory.

I went to work that Saturday night.
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Around 11PM there was a lull in the business, so I began to look for something to do and remembered I had the bubble gun in my backpack.

I pulled it out and started putting it together, excited to see how it worked.
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I pulled the trigger and stared at gears, liquid, motor and nozzle of this transparent gun to see how it worked.
After about 20 seconds, I became aware that the patio had become eerily quiet.
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I slowly raised my eyes from staring at my bubble machine, and all of these rich people's faces looked like they had seen a ghost!
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The people were frozen, their faces flushed, and they looked scared.
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I can’t even blame them, because the scene on the patio was shocking.
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In the 20-30 seconds that I was holding the throttle, the gun had made 1000s of bubbles, but I hadn’t realized I did this in front of a fan behind the bar.
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Suddenly a barrage of bubbles had gone sailing into the restaurant, flying around peoples bodies, careening toward their martini glasses, circling the pillars and patio heaters.
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There were so many bubbles moving everywhere so quickly that it looked like a scene out of Ghostbusters.
I was aghast.
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My jaw dropped and thought to myself that I absolutely was about to get fired for ruining these rich people's night.
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I looked at the scene as one old rich guy, all the way in the back, started looking around to see where the ghosts were coming from.
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He slowly traced it back to the bar, and then to me.
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He slowly pointed towards me, which was followed by every head in the place doing the same.
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I stood there motionless, still holding the throttle on my eight dollar chaos creator thinking about how I was going to be thrown out by security.
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As I waited with dread to be either fired or tossed out, the man surprisingly burst into exclamatory exhalation, raised his drinks and started hootin' as he realized they were bubbles.
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Simultaneously everyone else did too.
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The place exploded in a way it has never had before.
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Glasses were cheered.
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People started hugging and high-fiving.
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Folks who seemed like they hadn’t smiled since they were five-years-old had beams of light shooting out of what used to be their tight, wrinkled, grumpy faces.
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It’s like they all felt the way I did when I went to Toys-R-Us that day.
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Since then I have bought over 150 bubble machines and have taken them to various events, vacations, dates, or to just hang out by myself.
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No matter the environment, or the age of the people around, the reaction has always been the same.
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People loved 'em.
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There was just one problem: all the devices lasted maybe a few weeks and broke, or they were designed for a child.
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So I decided to make high quality bubble products designed for adults.
It has been an amazing journey, and I hope you enjoy the Amazing World of Unlimited Bubbles.