Dear Sybil,
Oh, please—you think an orange, stripey version of my earworm wiggled its way into your brain overnight? How flattering! Though if I were behind it, I’d have made sure it was far more diabolical than a bouncy song about family trees. Still, I suppose there’s a certain evil charm in watching you suffer through Tigger’s family reunion. He’s far too chipper for my taste, but I do admire his persistence.
You’re truly brave if you think watching more Pooh-centric films will rid your mind of that wretched tune. Although I must say, The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh does have its nostalgic charms—just enough to make even someone like me crack a faint smile. But Christopher Robin? Really? What’s next, you’re going to start collecting antique honey pots and crying over stuffed bears? Pitiful.
Ah, yes—TV Guide Magazine’s 60 Greatest Cartoons. I’ve seen the list, and it’s a complete farce! No He-Man? Disgraceful! But what can you expect from people who put a lightning-rod rodent like Pikachu ahead of true heroes? And don’t even get me started on Arthur. I’ve had more terrifying days at the dentist.
And don’t remind me of that blonde-haired monstrosity She-Ra. What a waste of valuable screen time. As for CBBC, well... British, sure, but let’s not kid ourselves, Sybil. CBBC is merely a temporary distraction for the masses. Now, if it aired shows featuring more dark magic and creepy creatures, then we’d be onto something.
Now, don’t get too cozy with your precious Pooh films. I might just send another little surprise your way. You never know when I’m feeling inspired.
Yours mischievously, Luella
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