#heyyy it's the king!

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

And Gatlinburg awaits!

OFF I-39/90 AT A TRUCK STOP OUTSIDE JANESVILLE, WI: "You know, Snagglepuss," Huckleberry Hound was observing as we were getting the journey underway again in our motorhome, "having the Cattanooga Cats hosting an informal Easter parade down Gatlinburg way seems so--"

"Quixotic. Interesting, even," saith I to compensate for Huck's being in a struggle for words apropos the moment. "Especially with the routing bypassing Chicago--I-39, for the most part, down to Bloomington, Illinois ... thence on I-74 via Indianapolis to Cincinnati, maybe a bowl or two of Cincinnati chili, even ... joining I-75 from the Queen City to Knoxville, Tennessee, thence on US 441 into the Queen Mother of Tourist Traps!"

"And I've oft wondered why exactly Gatlinburg would be such a 'gold standard,' so to speak, for tacky tourist-dependent communities," mused Huck over a substantial-size soda as he was filling the motorhome with diesel fuel, preceded by some additive supposed to improve engine performance--especially after winter storage.

Which also saw Crazy Claws, our guest this time around, get some decent(?) Wisconsin cheese, sausage and crackers in a not-so-touristy sort of manner, which he put down to "just wanting to get some decent snacking out of the way without the 'cheese shop' markups as seem common to tourist areas. Wisconsin Dells included, come to think of it!"

"At least Crazy Claws had some sense in his mind," Huck added.

Yet what was especially worthwhile was the meetup of The King and girlfriend Sheena, he in a denim jeans jacket looking so cool and Sheena in a V-neck sweater, considering the coolish weather. But at least they followed a sort of Funatstic tradition we've established while travelling of travelling light, packing pretty much the essentials (maybe a couple days' change of clothes, consider some time at a laundromat at destination before returning, and essential toiletries and medications, if required).

"Heeeeeeyyyyyy ... and heeeeeeyyyyy again!" was how The King made his presence known into the motorhome, doing the old Edd Byrnes number with the Brylcreem and pocket comb along that glossy leonine mane of his. "And I take it we are heading for the Great Smoky Mountains over Easter?"

"I take it you received our message by text," explained I.

"Actually, King and Sheena," Huckleberry Hound remarked, "it's that the Cattanooga Cats--as in that Gatlinburg coffee shop of theirs, Cattanooga Klatsche--are arranging an impromptu Easter Parade of sorts in Gatlinburg along the Parkway on Easter Sunday!"

"Ohhh," Sheena purred oh so seductively, "I can't help but seriously appreciate what coffees the Cattanooga Cats manage to come up with!"

"I take it," Huck asked, "you order your coffees from Cattanooga Klatsche?"

"Correctamundo" was how The King responded with his usual leonine swagger. "You never tasted anything better--especially when it's whole bean, and ground back at home! Especially when you can blend two such varieties, impromptu, and grind them together!"

"Hopefully," Crazy Claws chimed in, "you can stand some not-so-touristy Wisconsin cheeses and sausages for the odd snacking as we head down to Gatlinburg."

"And who else," Sheena remarked, "will be joing us?"

"It'll be rather interesting," saith I. "And we have a couple more Funtastic types joining us down the road--let alone many others perhaps heading to Gatlinburg before too long." (This as we were driving back onto I-39, which is part of I-90 into Rockford, with tolling prevailing until the I-39 junction just on the southeast side of Rockford; I-39 continuing southward with US 51 to Bloomington.)

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[spearxwind]

>> CERCERION, GRIEF OF THE STORM <<

[moonsavior]

Nostalgic Sweetness Rei the man that you are

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

King of Corn Dogs (and more)

We simply couldn't leave this series from the Minnesota State Fair without any mention of the corn dog, something of a trademark food of the fair--or to be more precise about it, the Pronto Pup, "The Weiner Done In a Bun," which seems to be the more popular even with a wheat flour batter yet still called corn dogs for some reason. In fact, to qualify as a corn dog, such needs to be coated in a cornmeal batter, or so I think. Huckleberry Hound, even.

But when you get right down to it, there's several stands that have foot-long(!!) corn dogs, one of which is the particular foci of this piece. And the guests this go-round, none other than The King and crew, masters of cool, as it were.

Asked to explain the motivation, in effect, for wanting to try such a large corn dog, to begin with, The King "himself" put it simply: "I just like the challenge."

As did Big H (The Original Hungry Hungry Hippo, as it were), Clyde (a somewhat clueless class jock wannabe in gorilla form) and Sheena, girlfriend of The King. (Seems Yukayuka and Skids wanted the more plebian size of corn dog, yet we won't hold it against them--and neither would The King, for that matter.) Oh yes; Huck and yours truly also went for the foot-long size.

Though Big H prefers mustard as his topping of choice, the whole lot took ketchup (Huck, The King and Clyde also taking mustard with the ketchup). And then again, there's also another dilemma to consider: The size of the stick on which the Gargantuan corn dog is served. You wouldn't exactly want to stick it down your throat and impale yourself when it's down to the last inch of corn dog or so, so you want to prepare for that eventuality by pushing up the last bits of corn dog at just the right moment. And be prepared to lick off any ketchup and/or mustard from the fingers in the bargain.

So how did it all turn out with The King and crew with oversized corn dogs? Perhaps I'll leave it to you to imagine, though The King was one to remark that such was actually the first oversized corn dog he tried.

And it was interesting to hear that Sheena and The King, though not technically engaged, are "in a relationship" more or less, killing plenty of time at a modest beach house bungalow colony near Malibu. As well as Yukayuka seeking to amass a collection of Johnson Smith catalogues--you know, those ads for hokey gags and novelties you found in the comic books. "Though it's interesting to admit," Sheena is quick to admit, "that The King prefers sleeping in a tank top undershirt and can be found on the beach house bungalow porch around sunrise, with the marine layer coming in, enjoying some coffee and just breathing in the sea air-charged fog."

As for us two in the motorhome ... well, let's just say it's one day more, and then on out towards fall with Crazy Claws, with a diving winter ahead with Peter Potamus' Magic Divers. You won't want to miss as much.

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[tinyirnfistforever]

Cool Cat wasn't a character who was made for Jellystone! The character originated in the Heyyy, It's the King! episode "The King and His Jokers".

This is one of the most obscure references in the series.

[rain2bow2]

I mean they clearly had Charles not being able to reach the bag so Monty could help and get some redemption lol I don’t think it had much to do with Crystal at all.

I guess, it would make sense to apply to Monty shippers. A bit of a controversial take, I suppose, but the entire 'Cat King' giving the lily to Edwin? This was not like a way to say sorry for his loss, even though that is what he may have tried to cover up with.

In my own opinion, I believe that the Cat King was just using the lily as a way to grab that last bit of Edwin's attention on him because he realised that there is a real possibility that he would never see the boy that he liked ever again.

Which leads us to the loophole in the punishment. I believe that the Cat King (based on his character and the way that it was portrayed) was using that loophole as a way to keep Edwin trapped in his loving grasp forever.

"142 cats?" 'Wayyyy off." Causing confusion and doubt to fester in Edwin's decision making

"146 cats?" "Definitely not." Not considering himself as a cat because it is convenient for him at the moment.

It would be my own personal headcanon that, had it not been for Hell and for the Night Nurse triggering the doll-headed monster, Edwin would have had been stuck in the Cat King's kingdom forever, because he would definitely continue to find excuses.

For example, ranging from a litter that had just been born prior to the conversation, an old cat dying etc etc.

In conclusion... I go on tangents, my apologies. In a way to keep Cat King and Monty apologists and shippers in the fandom and not scorn them off and make their characters irredeemable in case something happens in the future which the writers may deem them useful for, they needed a bit of a redemption arc.

[a-daks]

ok ok yes yes muscle mommies and big ripped tall butches but I'm gonna challenge u all with short butches

[acmeoop]

Hanna-Barbera Title Cels (60s/70s)

[cosmo-shell]

Transgendah ‼️

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Hopefully, something more plebian in some Californian beach house colony close to Malibu can be had for The King and Sheena to have some "quality time" unto themselves every now and then. Especially the sort allowing for the windows to open to let the sea breezes in for some worthwhile sleep.

[funtasticworld]

HAPPY 66TH ANNIVERSARY TO HANNA-BARBERA

Shows 1977 to 1978

Laff-a-Lympics // Captain Caveman and the Teen Angels // CB Bears // Blast-Off Buzzard // Posse Impossible // Heyyy It's the King // Undercover Elephant // Shake Rattle and Roll / Skatebirds // Yogi's Space Race

[dorkarts]

👑🦁 Heyyy, It's the King! 🤙

[sohannabarberaesque]

After all, when you're The King ... appearance matters. Especially with a rather substantial mane as manages to impress the gals, Sheena and Zelda in particular.

Vitalis, 1948

[goldensunset]

say what you will about volo’s arceus hairstyle/outfit but when he’s spent the entire game up to that point in that awful tacky blue and yellow fuzzy merchant outfit with the balloon pants it’s impossible not to view his transformation of looks in an astonishingly positive light. like at least he’s trying now

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One Unlikely Crossover as isn't quite Jellystone!, for the record

[Mise en scene: No less than the legendary Hollywood Farmer's Market, 3rd and Fairfax as everybody knows, where we find Top Cat and clowder as much as The King and crew crossing paths near Phil's Deli with lunch on their minds when the following ensueth--]

THE KING, with his characteristic swagger: TC, I just can't help but sense some surprise finding you hereabouts!

TOP CAT: And I should apologise for inconveniences ensuing as a result of this accidental meeting; we were getting some shopping out of the way when you came along almost out of the marine layer--some LA humour there ...

THE KING, going into the Edd Byrnes routine with the comb: That I can live with ... even with my own crew doing some shopping as well, not to mention some recipes and cooking ideas!

ZELDA, getting rather excitable: Isn't it rather amusing to find in Top Cat's crew a couple of rather passionate lover types, from what I've been hearing about them!

TOP CAT, explaining somewhat: My lady, those happen to be Choo-Choo--

CHOO-CHOO, with his usual shyness: I have to admit, madam, that though I may be the passionate Romeo at times, I sadly never get to find my date.

ZELDA: Oh, nothing against you, there, Chooch!

CHOO-CHOO: I can accept your calling me Chooch any time.

TOP CAT: And need we forget about the Don Juan of our clowder, Fancy-Fancy!

FANCY-FANCY, in his usual Cary Grant swagger: How exactly it is that I manage to woo the girls all the time ... it's likely a secret that will never be revealed. But let's just say, folks, that girls adore me!! (Especially the back-alley cats in the film quarter after midnight!)

CLYDE: And I wonder myself when the girls will start adoring yours truly!!

THE KING, explaining: I should apologise for the boorishness of Clyde, who thinks he's a "class jock" type but, as I see it, may be a little too ahead of himself!

CHOO-CHOO, resignedly: Much the same as myself, I have to acknowledge.

SHEENA, more or less The King's girlfriend and steady: And we won't exactly hold it against you!

TOP CAT: Still, guys ... at any rate, have you considered ever going to Catalina Island and joining the Catalina Diving Clowder for a weekend or so of diving off The Magic Isle?

THE KING, dumbstruck: CATALINA?!! [Aside] TC, I do have to admire your passion for the SoCal scene, especially so such besides all the theme parks and kitsch like that ... and I think Catalina might be on the horizon sometime!

SKIDS, ever clueless himself: I can hardly imagine what it would be like for some cats such as reside on Catalina reacting to us....

TOP CAT: At any rate, Your Majesty--

THE KING: You can call me King more than anything!

TOP CAT: At any rate, I'll get in touch with the Diving Clowder and see if they'd be able to accomodate your crew sometime....

THE KING: The pleasure is all mine ... now, if we'll just tuck in to our delicatessen-type luncheon ...

[sandpapersnowman]

at work there is this one very nice gay dude who comes in out of nowhere every few months and is like It's Me. I Need More Pictures and he's a treat Every time. king of glamour shots