Something else to consider: Those animals go about in a most inexcusable state of undress all day long – and the two that do wear clothes (Pooh & Roo) only wear shirts, for goodness sakes! Here’s a whole woods full of creatures, going about pants-less. Who knows what could happen when two stuffed perverts “bump” into each other … :mad:
I’m new here, but I’m going with the widow theory
You know, that was almost as bad as Erectric Booga Roo. Almost.
Oh. My. God.
That’s it, my entire childhood, out the window, vanished forever, gone, completely scrapped, reduced to smithereens…
You people are sick, gross, twisted, icky, and just wrong.
sniffle I love you guys!
It can’t be Pooh because he and Piglet are obviously in a relationship (a la Bert and Ernie), but is anyone else considering… Christopher Robin? gasp
oh man, there goes my evolutionary thinking…nothing evolves anymore… not even good stories.
Actually, A.A. Milne did write about heffalumps (chapter 5 of ‘Winnie the Pooh’) somewhat representing our unseen fears, but the movie just brings them to life on screen.
Also, as I recall, Heffalumps and/or Woozles made a couple of appearances on The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. They were, as it turned out, “stuffed” animals as well.
Besides the obvious matter over if the series was heresy, canon, an alternate universe, or something inbetween, it does start to beg the question over what all these stuffed toys are doing out in the woods, forming little societies without human participation. I feel I must put forth an unsettling hypothesis: the inhabitants of the hundred acre wood aren’t actually stuffed animals at all, but some kind of “construct” life forms—Cloth Golems, or perhaps Rag Elementals—created and brought to animation by some kind of twisted, fiendish something lurking in the fetid depths of the Hundred Acre Wood. Obviously “Sanders” has something to do with this—whoever he was, Pooh is obviously so far under his thrall that he claims to “live under his name.” A chilling token of veneration towards a figure who gives only the barest indication that he ever even existed. I fear the worst…Pooh and his friends are not merely the bizarre products of a Moreauian madman’s fevered genius, but may be the unholy spawn of a horror beyond human comprehension, a thing who to even speak It’s name brings madness. (Namely, Heffashub-Woozgurtath, the mad-goat-of-the-hundred-acre-woods.)
Hmmm…the film Winnie the Pooh & the Honey Tree first appeared in 1966. The same year that China started the Cultural Revolution.
<GASP!>
Roo’s father is…Chairman Mao! :eek:
You mean…Like *this]?
http://www.toyvault.com/cthulhu/plush_cthulhu.html
You are ALL wrong.
Roo’s birth was a rare case of Kangaroo parthenogenisis, Kanga is his mother, he, like Cartman, and several Kimodo Dragons this year, has no father.
I can’t believe I registered just to make this smartass remark…
Ahhh! Zombie kangaroos! Run away!
1966 is also the year that Walt Disney died. Obviously, Roo killed Walt as he represented everything wrong with American culture.
Joking aside, I’ve always thought the same. She always seemed slightly sad to me, and not in the Eeyore way where you just want to hug him.
Of course, that’s if there must BE any explanation; after all, we’re talking about anthropomorphizing your stuffed animals, and there need not be any father when you’re talking about a stuffed kangaroo and joey.
I want to also add that I always thought Rabbit and Kanga had something going on (or at least, ever since I was old enough to contemplate “having something going on”). I have no idea why I came up with that, but there it is. This theory is alongside the Kanga-as-widow, I should add – Rabbit isn’t related to Roo. That’d just be stupid.
Great OG, it’s Zombie Kanga and her Three Vaginas! Run for the hills, run, run!
(Seriously, I know posting to old threads is okay in Cafe Society now, but did it have to be this one?)
Clearly, a zombie was the father…
As threads go, this one has a lot of good jokes in it. Don’t pooh-pooh it.
Obviously she had artificial insemination with a donation from David Crosby.