Saturday Cartoons: The Get Along Gang

Ah, the 80's. Besides the toys and high fashions, the 80's were known as a time when complete nuclear annihilation at the hands of the soviets could occur at any time.

Thus, the Get Along Gang was created. These furry, talking animals taught us the value of life...a life of compliance.



The gang was comprised of:

Montgomery the Moose...leader and good sport.


Dotty Dog...the perky cheerleader.



Woolma Lamb...the vanity driven ovine.


Zipper Cat...the athletic thug of the bunch.



Portia Porcupine...the mentaly unstable one.



Bingo Beaver...the Vegas-addicted gambler.


The plot lines of the Get Along Gang were pretty basic: A problem, followed by getting along, followed by solving the problem. Not the most exciting of all cartoons...which is probably why it only lasted one year.



Even as a kid, I knew that this cartoon was rather lame. But, darn it, I learned to get along!!

Joe Friday: The Original Movie

I'll admit that I've been salivating over all of the stuff related to the new G.I. Joe Movie. New toys. Beautiful women. A maskless Destro. I'm intrigued.

But let's not forget our roots, shall we. Remember, there was another G.I. Joe movie. And this movie confused me. Who were all of these new characters? A female ninja? Cobra-la? Dukes brother Don Johnson?





Fortunately, the movie rocked. From the action-packed intro at the Statue of Liberty to Cobra Commander slithering off Roadblock's shoulder, the G.I. Joe movie did not dissappoint!!

Bad Toys: A Sushi Playset?

Somewhere in the world tonight, there is a star quarterback on the brink of a full ride scholarship with the full potential of going pro for millions of dollars. The only problem? Deep down inside, this star quarterback yearns to forgo the cheering fans and become a sushi chef.




Thus, with his bed covers pulled tightly over his head and using a flashlight, he begins to assemble the various rolls that come with the Melissa and Doug Wooden Sushi Set.



What a treat. Instead of pretending to play for the Dallas Cowboys, our young man can now pretend to serve sushi to yuppies chugging Kirin at a boutique sushi bar in the heart of San Francisco.

The dream is alive.