The Hamburglar vs. Witcheepoo
Pufnstuf and Mayor McCheese
If you are born later than …let’s say: 1985, I got to say something to you in the name of my whole generation: Sorry! Really, really sorry. We fracked up the whole planet, polluted the air, made all animals extinct and all plants radioactive. But believe us: We didn’t want to! We are not guilty! We were raised by completely stoned, always happy monsters! Clicking your heels together, singing merrily or just believing hard enough should just fix everything. That’s what they taught us and we believe it. Still.
Let’s take H.R. Pufnstuf for example: A young boy and his talking flute land on Living Island, where everything is alive. (LSD, I presume?) His nemesis is a witch with a broom-car, his friend is a “dragon” called “Puffin’ Stuff” – and he looks exactly like Mayor McCheese, another important teacher in our youth.
(In fact McDonald lost a copyright lawsuit against the Kroffts.)
Witcheepoo and the Hamburglar
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