Cartoon Hell is TheKarpuk’s attempt to review every single installment in an awful $5 collection called “150 Classic Cartoons” purchased at his local Wal-Mart. Your prayers are welcome.
I discussed the matronly version of Betty Boop I refer to as “Frau Boop” during the saddening review of Henry the Funniest Living American, and it seems as the years went by they emphasized the Frau’s presence less and less. The strategy was to wean people unto other popular cartoon franchises before they could realize that the name Boop no longer involved overt sexual imagery. As weird as it is to find myself saying this, I wish Wiffle Piffle had taken off.
I’m immediately thrown off by Wiffle Piffle as he does not resemble any sort of main character I’m used to. He’s dressed like a hobo martian in a Monopoly outfit and his limbs are always in motion and always rubbery.
He goes to the first door and after offering, “something new in household items,” he’s smacked on the head. His response? “What a robust woman!” Awesome.
Watching Wiffle meander around town is oddly hypnotic, his body swaying as he goes down winding walkways, dodges guard dogs, and boards and disembarks from a trolley without it ever moving. I wish I could get a screen saver of him moving. It entrances and delights.
In the thirties a door-to-door salesman apparently received all the warmth and regard of a rabid bulldog dressed like a gypsy, as Wiffle gets treated like a plague rat wherever he goes. This could also have something to do with his resemblance to an extra-terrestrial crossed with a Stretch Armstrong.