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HAPPY 66TH ANNIVERSARY TO HANNA-BARBERA
Shows 1978 to 1981
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Unlikely to explain the anthro nature of your favourite Hanna-Barbera anthro felines
Postcards from Snagglepuss
Two for the price of one (so to speak) this winter!
As if the Hair Bear Bunch inviting yours truly, as much as my compadre Huckleberry Hound, to spend time this winter at the former's Secret Surf and Dive Spot out by Malibu wasn't interesting enough--along came a phone call the other day over dinner of pork loin roast and rice pilaf:
"You'll never guess who this happens to be!"
To which Huckleberry asked, "Are you Peter Potamus? It sounds as if the voice is an obvious giveaway."
"Most correct, Huckleberry! And by the looks of the video on my mobile phone, I take it you're having dinner, and a rather long and leisurely such, at that!"
"Glad you noticed, Peter!", remarked Crazy Claws, explaining the meal essentially as above.
"And would you be surprised," saith I, "where the Hair Bear Bunch invited Huck and yours truly to join them for awhile at their Secret Surf and Dive Spot by Malibu over the winter?"
"Which is what prompted this call," explained Peter. "In fact, I think it would be a wonderful idea to not only spend some time with the Hair Bears, but also with yours truly and our diving community at La Jolla as part of the bargain! Killing the proverbial two birds with one stone, as it were!"
"Would you mind if my cousin Jenny Lee and I came along?" asked Emmy Lou in a sweet-as-sugar Southern inflective.
"That might not be a bad idea!" exclaimed Peter. "Hopefully, they might enjoy some diving time with myself and my merry band of divers as well in as interesting a dive locale as it can get down Southern California way, setting aside Catalina island!"
"Yet," I added, "the pork loin roast actually turned out tasting rather delectable!" Prompting Peter Potamus, mainly in jest, to wonder if he could be saved some, prompting Huckleberry to remark that if he ever came up that way, we'd be glad to do such.
(A footnote, as well: Hair Bear would also extend his invite for the Secret Surf and Dive Spot winter vacay to Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee as much as Huck and myself. Square Bear would remark that the ursine lovebirds might also want to pick up some surfing lessons along with the diving.)
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Talk about a sleepover, and then some!
BY THE WATERS OF ARTIFICIAL LAKE DELTON, WI: A somewhat mildish autumn evening, but not all that chilly. Yet enough to allow the windows to be open to get fresh air inside for the sake of sleep quality.
A guest room in the cabin of Crazy Claws' retreat such as needed a decent dose of Ozium air sanitiser to deal with the musty smell, odoure even.
And a modest-sized futon mattress and futon-type bedframe which would withstand yours truly, Huckleberry Hound and two rather romantic-leaning female bears of cafe au lait colour, more or less, though not quite polar bears--by names, Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee, cousins even!
And believe you me ... such rather fascinatingly lovesick bears after a Southern fashion of sorts couldn't resist some autumnal quality time down Wisconsin way. And when it's a sleepover, just expect anything to happen through the night, stimulated by much storytelling and some hot malted milk. And none of us requireth CPAP assistance for sleep, besides ... just attempt to get some pleasant thoughts into the head, even if those ursine lovebirds can't resist being as much fun-loving as desiring sex, to begin with.
Yet by the time breakfast came along the following morning (Crazy Claws fixing some malted waffles), who could have predicted where Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee had quite the love sessions with Huck and yours truly, which the ursine lovebirds admitted was perhaps some of the most delightful displays of sex they ever experienced outside of their van?
Which doubtless made the breakfast a little more delectable and easier to digest when all was said and done.
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The discreet(?) charm of Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee
BY THE SHORES OF ARTIFICIAL LAKE DELTON, WI: "I do have to acknowledge," Emmy Lou remarked over cheese, sausage and crackers, "that being a rather romantic bear in the Southern style can get to be rather fascinating."
"And I still cannot get over that time Loopy De Loop tried to get you and that plantation owner Braxton matched up," saith I, "until your cousin Jenny Lee came into the equation." (Short pause) "Still, I have to wonder how it all came out."
No less than three glasses of iced rooibos tea and ginger ale/lemonade later--
"Still," Emmy Lou charmingly noted, "things have a way for us to turn out all the more amusingly. Though one thing is for certain: we enjoy the vanning lifestyle and experience."
"Yeah," Jenny Lee, Emmy Lou's cousin, remarked in that rather charmingly juvenile manner of hers. "What could be more fascinating than just the sheer freedom of the road, finding interesting people to maybe spend the night in love with ... as well as enjoying soms swimming and diving every now and then!"
"And then again, the diving can get to be especially interesting!" added Emmy Lou. "Just the sheer feeling of the clean coolness of lake water on ursine fur, discovering the sheer fascination of the lake bottom, maybe feeling a bit aroused as well...."
"What else could get to feeling more wonderful, to begin with?" added Jenny Lee. "And its playfulness can't help but be evident!"
Even Huckleberry Hound couldn't help but feel intrigued at just how Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee seem to be a quite amusing little ursine match ... enough to prompt inviting them to sleep in with Huck and youts truly. Which had Crazy Claws responding "Imagine, a hound, a mountain lion and two bears sleeping in the same bed--and you thought Happy Family was a Kindergarten game! It'll be fascinating to see how it all turns out with the cool nights ahead!"
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Another autumn, another round of mayhem with Crazy Claws
BY THE SHORES OF ARTIFICIAL LAKE DELTON, WI: After a couple days or so at the Mall of America, including quite the mix of shopping and Huntington Bank Rotunda appearances, it was getting to be time for that annual autumnal sonata by the shores of the legendary Artificial Lake Delton outside Wisconsin Dells, hardly the sort of spot where Peter Potamus could be imagined doing a day's diving considering the murkiness of its waters--or so Crazy Claws, the legendary comedic observator of Wisconsin Dells, would phrase it.
"So murky, in fact," the witty wildcat noted over luncheon of chicken chili and flatbread ham and cheese sandwiches, "that I suggested to Peter's crew his trying Devils Lake by Baraboo. And just hope the swimmer's itch doesn't get anybody."
"So how did they manage?" Huckleberry Hound asked.
"At least," Crazy Claws rejoindered, "they came out as one."
Yet what really made Crazy Claws rather surprised was the ursine contingent represented by the Hair Bear Bunch as much as Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee ("Quite a setup, imagining some fun-hungry bears just off the summer mating run and a pair of lovesick Southern-type ursines most irresistable!"--Crazy Claws, observed over some lunch during the Wo-Zha-Wa celebration in Wisconsin Dells not long after our arrival).
"Though I've imagined," Emmy Lou remarked, "the notion of Peter Potamus maybe inviting us over the winter to join their diving crew for some diving escapades down by San Diego there--"
"I believe you mean La Jolla," added I, referring to the training camp and diving base of Peter Potamus' band of divers, and quite an interesting band they could get to be; Crazy Claws remarked that he had several of Peter's privately-circulated tomes of his diving exploits and otherwise general experiences in Polynesia Uncharted, and read them on occasion. "I think you might want to read them as well," Crazy Claws remarked to Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee.
"Glad to take up your invitation," Emmy Lou respondeth.
Mind you, the fall by Artificial Lake Delton's waters couldn't be a more fascinating sort of time ahead ...
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So what could it be like fixing chili with the Hair Bear Bunch?
Crazy. And then some.
Witness a rather amusing little episode the other night with the crew at Crazy Claws' retreat on Lake Delton, one which saw the Hair Bear Bunch (led, naturally, by the ever-unpredictable Hair Bear) prepare quite the pot of chili for supper.
One, mind you, which required getting no less than three pounds of ground beef and two modest-sized cans of chili beans, let alone a small jar of Pleasoning Chili Seasoning for the spice. Not to mention having to make sure the grease from the frying beef was properly disposed of, and in such a way that, over time, such wouldn't stink up the place with the sheer rancidity.
"And you wonder how waste hamburger fat would react to leftover peanut oil used for deep frying turkeys come Thanksgiving," as Crazy Claws put it, "at the local waste fats recycling point. Especially since it's bound to become biofuel anyway ... and just hope that the exhaust on cars actually using biofuel don't smell rancid in the end."
"Which has us thinking about redoing the engine on our motorhome," Huckleberry Hound added, "to use biofuels."
"Especially," added I, "when we're with Peter Potamus and his band of divers come the winter. Down in the Caribbean, even!"
"And you wonder where biofuel can be easily obtained," Square Bear quipped, "what with service stations not making such all that easy to obtain."
But at any rate, the discussion of turning waste hamburger grease into biofuel as a byproduct of fixing chili was but bound to come aside as the chili was bubbling away, the Southwestern aromatics bound to infiltrate the retreat in the face of a clear, but chill autumnal-type day for Wisconsin, the kind where the mail is bound to include a Swiss Colony or Figi's catalogue of mail-order cheeses and other food gifts screaming "WISCONSIN!!" at its cheesiest. And even Pixie and Dixie couldn't resist paging through one such for gifting-type ideas, content in the knowledge that their planting genetically-modified catnip was giving Jinksie the fits.
And by the time sunset came along--which turned out to be as much the time for serving the chili, right down to the whole wheat saltine crackers and shredded cheese complementing the whole, as well as some decent ginger ale to stimulate appetites and complement the spiciness of the chili ... you'll never guess who was the most enthused for the chili: Dum-Dum, the boon compadre unto Touché Turtle, he as would over the summer enjoy houseboating with Bristlehound on the Mississippi in search for Friday fish fry.
Not to be outdone, the Hair Bear Bunch "themselves" had quite the fill of chili on their account. After all, it was their idea to get the chili supper started, even with the jokes about how the grease from the frying hamburger would be disposed of in the end ... though Hair Bear admitted that he probably had a hankering most serious for some old-school chili himself.
And who could imagine the smell of flatus ensuing, enough for the Ozium to be deployed to keep the air sweet, even if it was bound to be a hospitals-in-winter sort of smell?
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Nothing like a bonfire autumnal
It was a dark and slightly damp night at Crazy Claws' retreat for fellow Funtastics in Lake Delton ... and for some reason, Crazy Claws thought it might be worthwhile to set up an autumnal-type bonfire just for the sake of relaxation and maybe swapping the odd story or two over spiced apple cider. (And I mean the real sort of apple cider, not that God-awful Alpine Instant Spiced Cider. Thankfully, by way of some Wisconsin apple orchards.)
And while the night may have been chill, not to mention (as noted earlier) damp-feeling, what better night for an autumnal bonfire could there have been, come to think of it? Decently-seasoned logs and leaves adding their own aromatic distinction to proceedings which our entire party--even the likes of Touché Turtle and Pixie and Dixie couldn't resist the feeling inherent.
Crazy Claws had me and Huckleberry preparing the apple cider in the former's kitchen, making sure the whole was decently warm and richly spiced in its own distinct way ... and just be thankful Crazy Claws keeps a stock of insulated mugs to keep the whole warm in the circumstances, and as this little bonfire gathering demonstrated, such need not be for coffee exclusively. Tea, even....
And what an enthused sort of gathering there must have been, the sort somehow eschewing the ghost stories of the Scooby-Doo sort as would otherwise be endemic to the season in favour of more interesting stuff. Like "shooting the bull" in a rather lighthearted, animated sort of way you might say.
Like, for example, Pixie and Dixie just imagining the scenes of dazed and confused cats somehow attracted to the genetically-modified catnip they planted to give Jinksie a difficult time and maybe get him to stop chasing "them meeces" all that much. Somehow, catnip can't help but get to be an addicting distraction.
And even Dum-Dum, Touché's Boon Compadre, sharing anecdotes of summers with Bristlehound on a houseboat along the Mississippi River as much "chilling out" as seeking out Friday-night fish fry of the small-town tavern sort. The kind with overly generous, all-you-can-eat portions, and just hope the French fries aren't too greasy and indigestible enough to seek out some Tums afterwards. One place in Minnesota which Dum-Dum recalled took something of great pride in hand-cutting their French fries instead of using frozen such. "Somehow," Dum-Dum remarked, "they turned out especially crispy."
Still, though, with Huck and yours truly, much of our discussion was about fantasies of just wearing wetsuits in the early morning shallows of some lake and just meditating between ourselves, as if plans for the winter dive holiday with Peter Potamus' crew of divers were still simmering like a pot of Grace Cock Flavoured Soup Mix (and I assume you've seen the memes associated with the double-entendre that the name implies, notwithstanding a prominent illustration of a chicken on the front of the packet).
"To be candid with you all," Crazy Claws remarked, "curiosity took hold of this cat and he was able to purchase a few packets of this Grace Cock Flavoured Soup online a winter or two ago, attracted by that rather coy meme playing on the suggestive-sounding name. And mind you, the soup, though a little on the spicy side, turned out to be decent. Even when you had Lipton's and Wyler's instant chicken soups to compare against."
Which certainly warmed our cockles on a misty Wisconsin fall evening sitting by the fireside. Cattanooga Cats, eat your heart out.
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