#b serials

[sohannabarberaesque]

Can you just picture a certain Peter Potamus and his Travelling SCUBA Par-tay in similar circumstances to this potboiler serial ... or maybe recasting this with comedic angles galore, in classic Hanna-Barbera stylee?

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[sohannabarberaesque]

“Get Scrappy-Doo on the set, pronto!” 

(Who, it turns out, is so hyerpactive in preparing for the deus ex machina role expected.)

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[sohannabarberaesque]

Imagine this:

The moment some potboiler-type film serial episode of the Saturday-matinee type starts getting predictably corny, with equally-predictable (almost hackneyed) action guaranteed to follow--cut it off just as things start becoming unbelievable and quickly switch over to some choice Golden Age Hanna-Barbera flicktoonry. 

Or, for variety, a proto-MTV Banana Splits or Cattanooga Cats music clip.

(The better, obviously, to catch unaware such too dependent on “poor white cultural identity and folkways,” including an Unhealthy Reliance Bordering on Dependency on Walmart, for one. And a warped nostalgia which insists that Branson’s so-called “music shows” be the defining measure of American Cultural Identity.)