Saturday Morning Cartoons: Shirt Tales

Teams of cute, furry creatures abounded on Saturday Mornings while I was growing up. So let's add the Shirt Tales to the bunch.



Kip Kangaroo

The Shirt Tales were a gang of cute, cuddly animals who lived in a large tree and solved mysteries. Their gimmick: Their shirts would light up with whatever they were thinking/feeling. (I wonder what my shirt would be saying right now?)

The gang was comprised of:

Tyg Tiger



Pammy Panda


Digger Mole


Rick Racoon



Bogey Orangutan (He spoke like Bogart)

Kip Kangaroo


Now, while these little animals were cute and sweet, their ride was as bad as all get out. The Shirt Tales SuperSonic Transport. This thing could turn into any vehicle called for: Car, Jet, Submarine, Boat, and Killer Tank. Oh, and keep in mind that the Shirt Tales Secret Base was in a big tree in a park. Thus, Ranger Dinkle had to be thwarted at every turn. It's a good thing he never noticed a big tree opening up and a kicking jet flying out.



And since the Shirt Tales were originally designed by Hallmark, you know the merchandising was solid. I, of course, had:

The Shirt Tales Game


And Shirt Tales Bedding

Joe Friday: Customized

I've had to face the fact that I could never be an artist. Frankly, my brain in no way communicates with my hands. Thus, to try to create the following would be impossible:



A genious by the name of Dr. Vile has created his very own GI Joe/Transformer hybrid. And it is absolutely insanely amazing!!




Are you paying attention, Hasbro. This is something the kids are going to want.



Even the evil Cobra Commander is impressed!!

Bad Toys: Colored Magnetic Rocks

Nothing says "Rocking" good time like a bunch of colored rocks. And nothing says kicking good time like magnets. Combine the two and you get:

Magnetic Rocks




What the heck? You mean that all this toy does is stick in colorful rocky clumps? Perchance we should next begin marketing the Big 'ol Bucket of Mud playset.



Then again, this may be pure evil genius on the part of the manufacturer. We all know that sometimes playing with a box is all we need. Maybe a pile of magnetic rocks is the secret to pure joy and contentment after all.