#Laughing Muttley

[bahna001]

Muttley Laughing / The Most Famous Cartoon Laugh Ever After Woody.

[ylly-3]

T A M B O U R I N E

[which-is-the-very-best]

★This is the elimination round to determine who will compete in the competition! Choose your favorite to move on to the bracket rounds!★

[threadsun]

What if-what if-what if Jean has taught himself how to laugh like a neurotypical but if you catch him off guard he has a really stupid laugh? Oh my god what if snorts

fuck

Fuck

I'm a sucker for people laughing or just having a good time. Also imagine Rory not giving two shits about his stupid laugh and just going for it

Oughhhhh yesssss I love it so much!!! He absolutely snorts if you make him laugh hard enough and it's the cutest sound!!! Rory fully embraces the snort though, he knows it's cute and he just likes showing that he's enjoying himself

[crusherthedoctor]

Not to pull a Game Theory, cause again, people are entitled to their Superstars critiques, but I wonder if some of the really extreme ones who say the game is the absolute worst (I've seen people say it's worse than Sonic 4 FFS) are doing so because they're mad that Trip has achieved more than the IDW OCs ever will.

[currymanganese]

[cookie-nigel-dolan]

Tom & Jerry  //  Laughing Like Muttley  (1993)

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Monster Romance

John Wiswell: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the story of the monster romance Clive Barker: hell yeah some monster fucking Wiswell: no no no Wiswell: not monster fucking Wiswell: monster ROMANCE

Barker: wait what Barker: what's the difference Wiswell: well instead of fucking Wiswell: there's going to be hand holding Wiswell: the exchanging of knowing glances Wiswell: perhaps some complicated victorian fan code

Wiswell: this is monster romance Wiswell: with come hither glances Wiswell: strategically dropped handkerchiefs Wiswell: sapphic, ace/aro, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, hurt/comfort, identity porn

Mary Shelley: sup fuckers Clive Barker: john is telling a monster fucking story Shelley: oh hell yeah Wiswell: i keep telling you Wiswell: its not monster fucking Wiswell: it's monster romance Shelley: thats great, i could stand to hear some monster fucking Wiswell: no its

Wiswell: so there's this slime monster named shesheshen Wiswell: which is a perfectly good monster name Wiswell: she's named after the sound of muttley laughing in wacky races

Wiswell: now shesheshen eats people Wiswell: but she falls in love with this human so she can't eat her Wiswell: because, when you love someone, you don't eat them CB Blanchard: well, that doesn't make a lick of sense

Wiswell: so the monster is all in love with a human Wiswell: but there's a complication Wiswell: the human's family is anti-monster Wiswell: in fact, they are monster hunters Wiswell: highly problematic

Wiswell: the monster falls in love with a lady named homily Wiswell: now she has to deal with homily's family Wiswell: Lecture, Sermon, Dissertation Wiswell: and the twins Wiswell: Monologue and Soliloquoy

Wiswell: the monster is all like 'wow, human, we are very different' Wiswell: 'but perhaps, in another way, we are very much the same' Wiswell: 'perhaps we can live and learn and laugh... as a family' Barker: when do we get to the monster fucking Wiswell: i already addressed this

[mullbey]

hello can I pls request happy 1911 jovier 🙏

In a perfect world…. (I feel like javier has a muttley laugh but a beautiful voice no Im not taking criticism)

[queerweewoo]

omg eddie's whacky races muttley laugh! he is just so adorably Dad i cannot

[docgold13]

Profiles in Villainy 

Dick Dastardly & Muttley

A cheat, scoundrel and all around full fledge fink , Richard ‘Dick’ Dastardly is completely without scruples and has found himself on the wrong end of conflicts all over the world.  Accompanied by his snickering sidekick, Muttley, Dastardly was an airman for the villainous Vulture Squadron during the Second World War.  Herein Dastardly was assigned to hunt down and eliminate the intrepid carrier pigeon known as Yankee Doodle Pigeon.

Dastardly devised all many of diabolical schemes to do away with the pigeon.  Thankfully Yankee Doodle was always able to stay a step ahead and successfully deliver crucial messages to the Allied Forces.

Following the war, Dastardly and Muttley became celebrated race car drivers and competed in the Wacky Races.  The two regularly cheated and attempted to sabotage the other contestants of the races.  The pair’s various schemes almost always backfired due to incompetence or dumb-luck.  Although it was most often Dastardly’s buffoonery that caused their failures, he always managed to blame it on Mutley.  

As time went by, Mutley must have grown tired of Dastardly’s foolishness and abuse.  The two parted ways and Mutley would go on to have subsequent adventures where he acted in a much more heroic fashion.  

Dick Dastardly has a twin brother known as the Dread Pilot and Mutley also has a brother, named Mumbly.  Oddly enough, these two brothers teamed up as partners competing in the Laugh-a-Lympics, leading the villainous squad of athletes known as the Really Rottons. 

Actor Paul Winchell voiced Dastardly in his original appearances in Wacky Races, with actors Michael Bell, Rob Paulsen, Jim Cummings and Jason Isaacs voicing the villain in subsequent appearances.  While actor Don Messic voiced Mutley in Wacky Races; with actors Scott Innes and Billy West voicing the scamp in subsequent appearances.  

Dick Dastardly and Mutley first appeared in the debut episode of Wacky Races, airing on September 14th, 1968.

[fictionaldogcompetition]

Round 1

[image ID: the first image is of Ruff Ruffman, a smiling orange dog with black glasses, standing upright. the second image is of Muttley, a laughing, yellow-brown dog, wearing a red aviator hat with red goggles attached, and a red scarf. end ID]

[ozimagines]

Tobias Beecher dating Chris Keller in prison would include…

It was Oz. Some men loved men, right? Only Beecher wasn’t always sure he liked men. He’s gotten crushes here and there but always told himself he just wanted to be like those men, not fuck them.

That was until Keller. Keller was everything Beecher found detestable yet all he could do was hold the other man close.

Keller on the other hand always had a clue. Since forever. Had a thing for his high school quarterback when he was receiver. Julien Maye or something to that effect.

Keller was only sorry he never got to fuck him.

They never had the conversation. Am I yours and are you mine? Are we each others? No; they don’t say it, because they both know it.

So they make the best of it in Oz.

Saturdays are Date Day. There’s no class or visiting, and some prisoners even got a break from their jobs.

Saturdays, Keller would wake Beecher up with a kiss, or if Beecher got up, he would say the names of foods he would cook for Chris, pretending their smells were wafting through the house and waking him up. 🥹

Beecher isn’t ever allowed to say “burgers” though. Because as Keller said, “it’s just cruel if you don’t actually have one.”

They held hands and walked the perimeter of Em City, Chris usually narrating like they’re walking through a city.

“I’d love to take you on my motorcycle, y’know. Open road, your arms on my waist. And we’d just cruise. Till we couldn’t go any further. Just you and me.”❤️

They always sat together at lunch, touching knees under the table.

“Fishsticks. I’d go a head and bet there’s no fish in here.” Toby muses at lunch. He wishes that they’d had a nicer date meal.

“Happy date day, baby.” Keller passes him something under the table. Beecher unwraps the package. There’s lemon and a tiny bottle of olive oil, barely a couple of ounces.

Beecher spends ten minutes peeling the breading off his fish, adding the condiments to it.

Still sucks but was much more appetizing this way.

He kissed Keller in the janitor’s closet later to thank him.

They’d make the day theirs.

On Saturday mornings they would request cartoons. They didn’t have any cereal but Wacky Races was fun either way.

Keller couldn’t care less, but Beecher got this cute little giggle every time Muttley laughed his signature laugh. Just a little crease in the corner of his eye and a smirk. But Keller just loved seeing Beecher happy.

Schillinger always tries to ruin it. Either in person or by proxy with one of his aryans in Em City.

He’d try everything. Having Robson mail his own shit. Call in a contraband so that Em City was in lockdown.

Little did he know, Toby called Lockdowns “rainy days”. He’d pretend that they were just stuck in doors all day, and cuddly Chris, playing with his neck and shoulders.

“Tomato soups and grilled cheese.”

“I look like a drive through to you?”

“My mom would make that every rainy day.” Beecher mused into Chris’s back. “Just the canned stuff. When I went to college, I tried to make it from scratch. Three types of fresh cheese, sourdough bread, roasted tomatoes and peppers. The works. You know what?”

“Hm?” Chris mumbles, not really listening, but enjoying the sound of Beecher’s voice.

Beecher rests his head on Keller’s, pressing his lips to the other man’s ear.

“Never tasted any better than the canned stuff.”

A silence falls over them, and Keller can tell Beecher is thinking about the life he lost.

“Never had canned grilled cheese.” He says after a moment.

Beecher is starts to chuckle and the laughter grows and grows until he’s full on cackling and crying at the same time.

Keller holds him, laughing and wiping his tears all the same.

One day, Keller isn’t his usual self. Just doesn’t have that spark of life.

He won’t tell Beecher what it is, but asks for a little space. Beecher does his homework and realizes that it’s the anniversary of his divorcing Bonnie again.

He’s a little hurt his boyfriend is so emotional over his ex wife, but sits Keller down and tells him that he can have all the pace he needs and if they need to take a break for a while they can.

Keller shuts that down immediately. He’s not upset he lost Bonnie. He’s upset he might lose Toby. Bonnie said something to him in the heat of their divorce.

“Next time, you’re the one who’ll be left.”

It haunted him. The idea of ending up alone.

Toby assured him but these assurances fell of deaf ears.

Instead, Beecher just started to live to spoon his boyfriend. After a few moments of silence, heard;

“We belong to the light, be belong to the thunder. We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under. Whenever we deny our embrace, for worse or for better. We belong. We belong. We belong together.”

Silence again.

“I’m worried I might die alone, and you sing fucking Pat Benatar?” Chris asks, the smirk on his face audible in his voice. Toby smiled into his shoulder.

“It’s a power ballad, dick.” He informed and both of them giggled at the absurdity of their conversation.

“I love ya, Tobes.”

“I love you too, Chris. Think I may have mentioned that by now.”

“You might have to keep saying it. Not sure I believe you just yet.”

“And now?” Toby teased, kissing his boyfriend’s neck.

When they wake up, Toby has a proposition and a wide, guilty smile.

“What’d you do, Toby?”

Beecher explained.

“You’re worried you might die alone, yet you’re so guarded about letting me in. Listen, Oz may be all that’s left for us in this world. So, let’s do it then. Let’s do what lovers do, as it were.”

“What? You wanna move in together?” Chris asked sarcastically, gesturing to the Pod they’ve shared together for five years. Toby rolled his eyes and continued.

“I want you to meet my daughter, you ass.”

Chris freezes. Damn. He’d seen shankings and rapings and killings galore and he’d never been so afraid as right then.

“I set up a visit for tomorrow.”

“I’m busy tomorrow.”

“And the day after?” Toby chided.

For a good theory two hours, Chris had sweaty palms. He couldn’t sleep or eat.

“Chris, she’s eleven. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She could be working for Schillinger and try to whack me.” Keller joked, going to shave his face.

He knew though. He knew that wasn’t the worst that could happen. The worst that could happen is if he walked out there and the kid instantly started crying or was afraid of him. Saw through the charm. Kids and animals. Excellent judges of character. Middle aged white men from rich backgrounds? Not so much.

The day comes and Chris rubs his hands on his pant legs to get them dry. They walked together.

“Would you relax?”

“Good question. No.” Keller responded.

“You’re gonna do fine. She’s a little new… Hell, I’m a little new at this whole… whatever this is. But she’s-“

“Don’t mention we fuck.” Chris responded dryly. “Dually noted.”

They walked into the kids playroom and sat down on the too small chairs. Holly was walked in by her uncle who eyed Chris distrustful the whole time.

Holly smiled when she saw her dad but bristled when she saw Keller. His heart sank.

“Who’re you?” She asked him directly. He went to shake her hand and she furrowed her brow.

“Chris, she’s eleven.” Toby reminded.

“I’m Chris. I’m a friend of your dad’s.”

She nodded.

“It’s nice to meet you, Holly. I’ve heard so much about you.”

It was a little awkward.

“Do you want to play Bluey with Mr. Chris?”

“He doesn’t know, Bluey.”

“Do too.” Chris said with a smirk, because unbeknownst to Beecher, Chris had learned the entire Bluey and Paw Patrol and Phineas and Ferb character lists for this exact moment. God knows he wasn’t good with kids, but he’d do the research.

“What’s the mom’s name?”

“Chili.” He answered, confidently.

“Is he right, honey?” Beecher asked Holly, and she just shrugged.

“I don’t know, I just call her mommy dog.”

Chris barked a genuine laugh and Holly’s eyes darted to him as if she were staring straight through him. She smiled though, so he kept on doing so.

Holly turned to her dad.

“I want to play with Mr. Chris, Daddy.”

“You can just call me Chris, sweetie, that’s alright.”

Her eyes got big, like she was pulled into some big secret society. Calling an adult by their first name was unheard of.

They all got on the floor with the dolls to play together, and Beecher touched Keller’s hand with his pinky to reassure him that he was doing alright.

“One ice cream please.” -Beecher, with a Bandit plushie in hand.

“What flavors do you have?” -Chris, holding a Marshall action figure.

“Cherry, blueberry, and banana.” -Holly responded, flexing the arm on her Gummy Bear plushie.

It was the end and time to reschedule for the next week. Beecher had to make the arrangements with his brother. He instinctively took Holly out with him, but she said she wanted to keep playing for five more minutes with Chris.

When Beecher and his brother were talking, Chris and Holly stayed on the floor, giggling and having fun.

“Can I see you again, Chris?”

“Sure, kid. Next week.”

“Can we play crazy frog next time?”

“I don’t know what that is but sure.”

“Are you gonna marry my daddy?”

“Of course- wait, what?”

Holly smiled ear to ear.

“Don’t be a jerk to my dad, okay? People aren’t nice to him, but he’s a nice man. But you make him happy and you make me laugh so I like you.”

Chris got an idea and got on in knee to talk to her.

“If I wanted to give your daddy a very nice day… what would I do for him?”

Holly smiled.

“Daddy liked to cook and clean and keep the house nice. He says boys can do that too. Maybe you could hold his hand and watch a movie. He likes popcorn and when we get slushies it’s always the cherry one or blue raspberry if they don’t have that but never the coke one because I don’t like that one and we share. He hates shaving so let him have his beard for a day or something but then please make him shave because he looks scary with it.”

“What candy does he like?”

“Anything with peanuts.” She scrunched up her nose. “But the peanut emenems are gross.”

“I agree.” Keller informed with a smile.

“He does like licorice, but only the strawberry ones. He showed me how to bite off the ends and make them into a straw.”

“Anything else?”

“He has really cold toes. Make sure the blanket is on them. And if there’s a scary part in a movie, he closes my eyes but I see him close his too, so do that for him if I’m not there.”

Keller made a mental note of all of this.

The next day, he did everything Holly told him to do to a T. He was the most doting he’d ever been as a lover in his life. Truly just existing for Toby.

Toby fell asleep that night with a smile on his face and for the first time in five years, didn’t have a nightmare.

A month later, Toby received mail from his mother. It was a school assignment Holly did, called “My Best friend and I”, where it was a book where she had to describe her best day ever with her best friend. The teacher had called it “concerning” that her best friend was a grown man of no relation to the family and when Toby saw it, he just laughed.

“My Best Friend Chris.” Toby narrated in a dramatic reading in their pod. Chris touched his heart as a joke, but in reality, the damn thing grew three sizes at that little stapled booklet.

“My Best Friend Chris is tall. He has dark hair that he shaves but he’s not -not is underlined and bold- bald.”

They both cracked up.

“My best friend Chris is-“ Toby snorted and dissolved into hysterics. “Sixty two. He is the best at playing Bluey, even though he doesn’t do the voices.”

Chris smiled and accepted the criticism.

Toby turned the page and his face blushed.

“My favorite thing about my best friend Chris is that he makes my daddy happy, and before he was sad because of mommy and Gary.”

Chris put an arm around Toby.

“One day, my best friend Chris and I will go to the movies and if the movie is boring, Chris will just be funny for me.”

They flipped to the final page, a crude drawing of the three of them.

“I love my best friend Chris.”

It was crazy how much love could change a person. At one point, Keller had fantasies about leaving prison to cruise on his motorcycle and fuck bitches do drugs whatever the desire was for the moment.

Now, Keller spent the whole night dreaming about getting paroled so he could go to the movies with his boyfriend’s daughter.

He smiled a little to himself.

Maybe he could get McManus to put a projector in the visiting room. He could finally watch this Bluey shit.

When he kissed Beecher goodnight that night, he kissed a little extra hard.

“How ya feeling, sailor?” Toby teased.

“Grateful. To you. Thanks for sharing.”

“Sharing what?”

“Holly. You. Your love. All of it. I’ve never had this much before.” He turned away so as to avoid eye contact while opening up, and Beecher kissed his neck.

“Everything I’ve got, whatever I’ve got… you can always have half, okay?”

“Think that’s called marriage, Beech.”

“Okay.” Was all Beecher said.

They went to bed that night, having decided that this was till death do they part.

[drunkfightingllamas]

Another Tales From Tonka/Musings On The Monkey Nut Mashup!

As some of you lovely folk may know, we sometimes have online orders delivered to a locker at the local Morrisons.

This morning The Monkey Nut and myself went to do some shopping and pick up a load of packages.

Fyi this Morrisons uses coin/token release trolleys, and when TMN asked me for the token we usually use, they said "Gimme Medal! Gimme Medal". (Yes, we are currently rewatching Dastardly & Muttley And Their Flying Machines, why do you ask?)

When we got the packages home, Tonka started sorting through them (may or may not be surprises for my upcoming B'day) and after bit, Bird Brain Of Britain shouted, "One of these has been opened and is empty!" I replied "Are you sure? They all seemed to have something in it!"

Cue her double checking, "Wait, ignore me, I've already opened it, stop laughing, don't you dare put this on Tumblr!"

Too late!

[crusherthedoctor]

If the Frontiers update doesn’t replace the purple testicle with THE SUPREME HIGH ROBOTNIK, it can never be a good update.

More like if the Frontiers update doesn't replace the game with an actual Sonic game, it can never be a good update.

[rabbiteclair]

cursed by the gods to laugh like Muttley