Crap, there were so many, and they’re all ingrained on my mind, even at the age of 30.
Seriously, these writers and animators were on some serious shrooms. I don’t doubt their good intentions, but still…
“We all live in a capital I, a capital I, capital I.” OK that was just freakin weird. All these muppet things climbing ladders into a capital I, having cleaned it an all. I get it: ‘I’ is a letter of the alphabet. Do I need some monotone drone to drill it into me?
The weird-ass pinball machine. One two three FOUR FIVE six seven eight NINE TWELVE eleven TWEEEE-LLVE! Followed by a selected number and some pointless journey around an animated pinball machine. “Eight!” (Me: “Whoo! Eight!”) “Eight!” (Me: “Still eight?”) Then finished up with the ubiquitous “One two three FOUR FIVE six seven eign NINE TWELVE eleven TWEEEEL-VE!!!”
OK, look, by that point, I could count. I didn’t need some journey into the psychedelic stratosphere to ram it into my head.
“Yip yip yip yip yipyipyipyipyipyipyipyip uh huh huh huh telephone!” - those aliens. Crap, that freaked me out.
And the most freaky that I can remember:
“A loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of buttahh.” So some mother sends her little kid out onto the streets (!) to get her friggin groceries, then said kid wanders into acid-land and has this major trip with weird creatures around her and crap like that, then eventually comes down, having somehow remembered to pick up the groceries during her acid trip. “I remembered, Mommy, I remembered!” OK, yeah, you remembered, but how long were you actually gone?
My God, what were they trying to convey? I’m sure their intentions were honorable, but really, looking back, it’s seriously f***ked up.
There are more, I’m sure. Share.
That show traumatized me.