Daughter Of The Sun God

Screams of pain fill the ancient sun temple, followed by sighs of joy. A baby is born - me, the daughter of the sun god. Venus, the temple nurse, anoints me with christened water and lifts me up to the sun, as others bow to their god. With Slomo as my nursemaid, Lady Penelope anoints me with the liquid of a dry gourd and cuddles me. The following day, laughter and joy fill the temple as Lady Penelope and Slomo play with me under some silk sheets.

Fab-1 Breaks Down

Oh no! On one of our weekly drives into town, Fab-1 breaks down. I ne'er panic while Parker calls the garage. When the garage truck finally arrives, I am given a ride to the garage, the smell of petrol smoke and the sound of rock music filling the atmosphere. After waiting at the bus stop after Fab-1 is put into service, who should turn up but Lt. Brogan, Jack Haldane and best of all, Slomo, who offer to take us home in the Space Cruiser. Delighted, I chat with Slomo all the way home.

Shelter From The Storm

The rains have come to the jungle - a heavy downpour which drenches the entire forest in quenching rainwater. Lady Penelope and I seek shelter in an empty dark cave until the rain stops. Being young for my age, I become really scared of the thunder. With Lady Penelope around, I have no need to fear. I snuggle close to her skin, feeling safe and protected as the rain showers on outside. My fear settles slowly and gently, knowing I have a mother who can protect me and love me for what animal I truly am - a human.

Caraigu

Slomo and I have been wandering together through the desert in search of water. Suddenly, we see one! Relief! We drink some water, however, it makes us hallucinate. Soon we are dripping out green slimy substances from our mouths and transforming into a wolf and a deer, who run off hunting for stallion to feed on. We have a courageous time hunting, until at night the spell breaks and we collapse. Still, we had plenty of food to bring back to Lady Penelope under the tree where we rest and play together.

She's Like A Swallow

Slomo and I have been away into the ice and snow for days now. Slomo and I have a beautiful friendship, and we laugh and play together, while Lady Penelope waits for me to return to our ice cave. One day, I discover a wall covered in cave paintings, and just by analysing and scanning these paintings, Slomo finally realises what it means to be human in this earthly paradise. I hug him, sighing softly, my breathing in sync with the harmony of nature, until I fall asleep in his nurturing arms.

La Memoire De L'Humain

Deep in the depths of my mind, I drift into Australian dreamtime. I feel like I'm drifting in deep water as I'm surrounded by all these Aboriginal patterns, which become distorted and swirling as I hear Slomo's voice call my name loudly. I try to reach out to grab his hand, but then, Cyborg arrives and grabs him by the scruff of his neck. He screams, "Intruder alert!" non stop until he starts yelling in pain. At last, I wake up. It's only a dream.

Sama Yoon

Night has fallen over the exotic, surreal, magical paradise. I sit by an open fire warming my bare fingers, toes and skin and trying to snuggle in between Lady Penelope and Slomo for comfort. I know we have a long journey to take, too long for my little girl legs. Slomo, being a robot, trusts me more than the other members of the Precinct tribe before they were killed in the fire, and he's my friend for life. A robot who can be connected to human skin forever.

Starlight In Daden

Lady Penelope sits with Slomo and me around the fire in our natural environment. She uses the magic of the flames to tell the story of a spirited lion, who made an epic journey with no purpose across the desert...until one day, just by seeing his reflection and his pawprints changing into human handprints, he realised he was really a man trapped in a beast's body. As his journey progressed, he became more human-like, until he reached a tribal village with an astonishing turn of events - he finally was a strong, handsome young man.

I Am Your Shadow

It's a long journey through a surreal, abstract, natural, magical paradise untouched by either God or man. Through day and night I walk alone, my footsteps treading on the sand, as I try to find my way back to the ones I love. In my way is something indescribable: Simba. He's dead. At a young age. In tears, I cry over his dead body, as day after day becomes night after night. And yet, I am still young. My journey to find Slomo and Lady Penelope continues, and any which way, I have somewhere to go...but where?

Sharing Everything: Toys, Giggles, Secrets

In an Australian backyard, under a blossom tree, a new friendship is blooming. The children of Bingo, Lila, Chucky and Dougie - Ducky and Snowy - are playing together in their blanket fort. They share their love of fairy princess dolls and toy race cars, knowing they can do anything if they put their mind to it. The garden fills with laughter as a game of tag sets foot - or paw! Snowy and Ducky are best friends for life.

The Many Shades Of Grey

 Shades of silky, grey mystery hiding around every corner on the gritty streets of New York City. A place where toons, TV characters and humans live together in harmony...but not all is as it seems. A steamy mystery blurred out from the innocence of childhood. Only Furaha and Orko can solve the case, but not without the help of their carer Optimus Prime and the ultra hot Officer Bats. Will they manage?

Space Precinct On ITVX

You can watch Space Precinct on ITVX now…
and I’m just thinking about Slomo lying beside me in bed, softly patting my head with his gentle metal hand as I drift off to sleep.
A quiet, comforting feeling—like being looked after by the stars themselves. ✨🤖🛏️

https://www.itv.com/watch/space-precinct/10a4476

Hideouts

1.Snowy, Bingo's adopted daughter

2.Ducky, Chucky and Dougie's daughter

3.A blanket fort

4.A garden to hide in

5.Believing in fairies

6.Fairy princess dolls

7.Racing cars

8.Tickling each other

9.Games of tag

10.Taking long naps in the shade of a blossom tree

Shades Of Grey

1.Furaha & Orko 

2.Optimus Prime (Armada)

3.Officer Bats

4.A bottle of migraine tonic

5.Dancing for people who want money

6.Airazor

7.Tigatron

8.The Strongimals

9.Snarf

10.Lion-O

Stretching Out (List)

1. Snuggling next to Lady Penelope

2. Spreading out like a starfish

3. Dogs sleeping with their bottoms up

4. Dreams of being a pop star

5. Sherbet playing ‘cavey’

6. Lady Penelope playing peek a boo with me

7. Cuddles and kisses

8. Sherbet’s bottom in my face

9. Cuddling Sherbet

10. A hug for two

Don't Watch The New Thunderbolts Film

⚠️ DON’T WATCH THUNDERBOLTS — WATCH THE ‘90s MARVEL CARTOONS INSTEAD!!! ⚠️

Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. This is not a drill.

Marvel’s Thunderbolts is coming and I’m BEGGING you — do not watch it. Don’t fall for the sleek trailers, the snarky marketing, the fake promise of something “different.” It’s not different. It’s corporate. It’s algorithm-tested, boardroom-polished, and absolutely soulless.

Remember when Marvel had heart? Remember when it was weird and colorful and just a little bit clunky? I do. And that’s why I’m here, pounding on the digital walls of this blog, yelling into the void like J. Jonah Jameson on a sugar high: WATCH THE ‘90s MARVEL CARTOONS INSTEAD.

Yes. Those.

• 🕷️ Spider-Man: The Animated Series (1994) — Unapologetically dramatic. Jam-packed with classic arcs. Every episode felt like a comic come to life, voiced by actors who got the characters. That theme song? A spiritual awakening.

• 👊 X-Men: The Animated Series (1992) — This show still slaps. Gritty, political, emotional. It tackled big ideas like prejudice, identity, and sacrifice with more guts than anything MCU-related in the last five years.

• 💥 Iron Man (1994) — Sure, season one is chaos. But by season two? It’s a slick, serialized arc with layered characters and a soundtrack that BURNS INTO YOUR SKULL (in the best way).

• 🌪️ Fantastic Four (1994) — Campy? Absolutely. But it embraced the Kirby crackle. It was pure, vibrant, and fun in a way no modern FF reboot has managed.

These shows didn’t have billion-dollar budgets. They had soul. They had that Saturday morning urgency. They made you believe heroes could be weird, loud, noble, messy. They weren’t made to sell merch (okay, maybe a little), but to spark joy. And they’re ALL available in some form — DVD, YouTube, streaming archives, bootleg VHS if you’re brave.

Thunderbolts? It’s just another stop on the great grey Marvel conveyor belt. Same washed-out color grading. Same jokey trauma. Same CGI sludge. Same tired fake edge. "But it’s about villains!" No. It’s about Marvel desperately trying to look cool while forgetting what made their characters mean something in the first place.

So here’s my final plea:

📼 DIG OUT THE OLD TOONS.
🎶 HUM THOSE ICONIC THEMES.
🦸‍♂️ FEEL SOMETHING AGAIN.

Say no to Thunderbolts. Say yes to the wild, heartfelt, technicolor mayhem of ‘90s Marvel.

Excelsior, baby.
— Rocket

P.S. If you want to feel especially rebellious, watch Silver Surfer: The Animated Series. Marvel’s most underrated masterpiece. Yes, I said it.

Which of the ‘90s Marvel shows do you remember most fondly?

Cy-Star's Wee Problem

Every time Yung-Star hogs the bathroom, poor Cy-Star ends up doing the “can’t-hold-it” dance outside the door. 💃🚽 And when he still takes too long? Well… let’s just say her pretty dress doesn’t stay dry. 😳🩷

A Message From Pedigree About My Dog

Here at Pedigree, we love celebrating healthy, happy dogs—and that includes our friend Mylo, a wonderfully mischievous pup with a big heart and even bigger teefers. Recently, Mylo got some news at his checkup: he's lost weight! Naturally, some folks were quick to give credit to his food. But while we’re flattered, we have to clear something up:

It wasn’t us.

That’s right—Mylo’s slimmer frame is thanks to six whole months of proper, tail-wagging, squirrel-chasing, garden-dashing, walkie-taking EXERCISE.

No diet tricks. No special formula. Just good, old-fashioned movement.

Of course, we’re proud to support Mylo’s health every step of the way with nourishing food that fuels his energy—but the credit here goes to those daily adventures, zoomie sessions, and playtime romps that got him fitter and happier, one paw at a time.

So to Mylo: we’re giving you a round of appaws for all the hard work. Keep on running, leaping, and living your best doggy life. We’ll be here with the kibble.

Love,
The Pedigree Team 🐾

Hamley's Thomas Land Competition According To Thomas

One morning, Thomas was feeling rather blue—until he heard some exciting news! By entering a colouring competition at Hamley’s Toy Store in London, his friends could win a visit to see him at Drayton Manor!

🚂🎨 “Bust my buffers!” he beamed. “What a splendid surprise!”

Just Us Three

The quiet moments mean the most. Just the three of us—me, my mother Lady Penelope, and Parker, my gentle carer. Her arms, his voice, our laughter. A love that needs no words, only presence.

Happy 60th From Lady Penelope

💖 This year, Lady Penelope and I are celebrating us — a mother and daughter bonded by love, elegance, and adventure — and also the 60th anniversary of Thunderbirds! 💫 Here's to six FAB decades of bravery, beauty, and boundless imagination.💕🚁💋

3 Bedtime Things

At bedtime, I’m grateful for three quiet joys:
🌙 Slomo from Space Precinct snuggling close beside me,
☕ a warm mug of hot cocoa in my hands,
⭐ and the soft glow of moons and stars watching over me.
Goodnight, gentle world. 💫✨

3...2...1...PINGU!

It’s hard to picture the sweet world of children’s television devolving into chaos, but today my brain wandered off into a strange and hilarious “what if” scenario: a no-holds-barred brawl between Pingu, Kipper the dog, Angelina Ballerina, Bob the Builder, and Oswald the octopus. For some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about how that might play out—and somehow, Pingu came out on top.

Let’s start with the obvious: Pingu may be a stop-motion penguin who communicates through honks and squawks, but he’s scrappy. He’s got that unpredictable claymation energy—the kind that could go from giggling to flipping a table in two seconds flat. I picture him waddling into the fight with that signature frown, wings flailing, already making a dramatic scene before anything even begins. He doesn't need to speak words. He just noot-noots like a war cry.

Kipper would probably try to keep things calm at first—he’s such a chilled-out dog. He might suggest they all talk it through or maybe invite everyone to sit under a tree with a picnic. But when it becomes clear that peace isn’t on the table, he might unleash some surprise moves. I imagine Kipper as surprisingly agile, maybe using his tail like a bo staff. Still, he’s not really built for brawling. He’s the kind of fighter who gets punched once, sighs, and goes home to read a book about butterflies.

Angelina Ballerina would be fierce—make no mistake. That mouse knows discipline, balance, and precise movement. She’d pirouette-kick someone across the room without messing up her bun. But I imagine her focusing more on grace than brute force. In a brawl like this, she might hold her own for a while, but eventually the chaos of it all might throw her off. One misstep in a flurry of limbs and tentacles, and she’s out.

Bob the Builder brings tools. That alone should give him an advantage—he’s probably got a wrench tucked somewhere in his belt and might try to restore order through sheer handyman intimidation. But Bob is a builder, not a fighter. I see him trying to hammer out a compromise before getting sucker-punched by Pingu mid-monologue. Justice for Bob? Maybe. But also... hilarious.

Then there’s Oswald. Lovely, polite, kind-hearted Oswald. With eight arms, he could be a force. But would he want to be? I picture him accidentally slapping himself in the face while trying to keep the others apart, apologizing profusely every time someone gets hurt. Poor guy. He’s not a fighter—he’s a hugger. The chaos would overwhelm him. He’d probably retreat into a flower pot and wait for it all to be over.

And that leaves Pingu. The winner. Not because he’s the biggest or the strongest, but because he’s the most unhinged. That little penguin is powered by pure emotional energy. He doesn’t follow logic or rules. One moment he’s flailing like a wind-up toy, the next he’s launching himself off a snow ramp he built out of nowhere. He’s made of clay, for goodness’ sake. You hit him, he just bounces back like a rubber chicken with a vendetta. And let’s not forget the iconic “NOOT NOOT”—a sound that seems to fuel him like a battle cry from the depths of Antarctica. It’s chaos energy turned into momentum.

By the end of it all, I imagine the scene: toys, tools, tufts of mouse fur and octopus limbs scattered around a playroom. Pingu stands victorious, breathing heavily, wings raised like a champion. He noot-noots once, quietly. Not with triumph, but with the solemnity of a penguin who has seen things—done things. He may have won, but at what cost?

I don’t know why this scenario came to mind, but now that it’s there, I can’t unsee it. Pingu, the unlikely champion of a preschool battle royale. The world doesn’t make sense. But somehow, deep down... it does.