One more: Rocko goes camping, and seeks some clean, fresh lake water. We see various polluting activities going on, ending with a fish making Pepe le Pew overtures to another fish. (referencing W.C. Fields' complaint about water: "Fish **** in it!")

The one that amazed me was dinner with Heffer's family of wolves: Apoplectic dad, mother with an audible twitch, a brother who goes to cheerleader practice in a dress, bound and gagged pigs in one room and a bunch of Little Red Riding Hoods in another. All building up to Rocko innocently saying he didn't know Heffer…

There were other odd favorites, like the ones where Sylvester was a nervous mute housepet to Porky Pig, who'd blandly check into haunted houses and the like; "Cheese Chasers", where cheese-sated mice lose the will to live and try to force a cat to eat them; patriotic Daffy's terror at the little man from the draft…

Eons ago saw a bunch of Chuck Jones toons in a huge college lecture hall (Jones was addressing a class the next day). Biggest laugh of the night was "Feed the Kitty": The broken-hearted bulldog stands perfectly still, and the lady's hand offers him a kitten-shaped cookie. Lower lip starts to quiver . . .

"I don't know if this is important, but I heard voices in the toilet earlier. No, no, from the . . . toilet. One of them was a girl . . . I didn't, sir. . . . Yes, very uncomfortable . . ."

I think it's fair to say nearly every male-female mystery act in Hollywood stands in the shadow of the Thin Man. The dynamic varies now: Either gender might be the serious sleuth or the amateur tagalong. But pretty consistently one is either wealthy or an actual lawyer / cop / respected criminologist; the other a more…

A couple other things to consider:
— As time went on, the early-talkie crackle of the first few gave way to the increasingly shiny gloss MGM put on everything. More musical scoring filling silences, constantly new-looking sets, and women with sculpted perms. Improved technology and general slickening even reached…

For my money a more interesting abandoned set:

It's on American DVD, complete with previews for several other CGI oddities ("From the makers of the occasional pancake" — the funniest line in the previews, excluding a mildly amusing thing with tiny animal puppets).

It's on American DVD, complete with previews for several other CGI oddities ("From the makers of the occasional pancake" — the funniest line in the previews, excluding a mildly amusing thing with tiny animal puppets).

I think Disney's bigger concern is this inspiring amateur auteurs to make their own "daring" epics (and creeping out or insulting actual tourists); obsessives to realize their fanfic scripts (hanging around Star Tours or Tower of Terror for days on end); and the inevitable princess porn. Regular video nuts are…

I'm calling NBC — I've got a bunch of ideas:

Three's Company, but this time the two girls are nymphomaniacs pretending to be lesbians. Coming soon to basic cable.

Simplicity itself: The original show's premise was a woman inventing a fictional "Remington Steele" to make unenlightened clients think a man was in charge. Then a man showed up and appropriated the fictional identity.

Not that they were ever unmellow enough to admit a rivalry, but Andy and the good folks in Mayberry always quietly admitted Mt. Pilot was bigger and had more stuff. If memory serves, they once consoled themselves over the loss of new highway with the knowledge it would have made them more like Mt. Pilot.

Eventually Plummer won a Tony for a short-lived musical version of Cyrano De Bergerac. It was sort of exorcising his personal frustration over not having his own voice in "Sound of Music."

I recall an article in Writer's Digest addressing this issue. One of their columnists described a letter from a freelancer convinced a magazine had Stolen His Story. It was a biker-themed magazine, and the story in question had a lone biker arriving in  small town and clashing with locals. And amazingly, the magazine…

A further puzzlement is that my nom de keyboard is known by City Hall to be a bit bonkers. When the mayor of Boston appears, Cliff walks up and mentions he's been sending some helpful letters to his honor. The moment Cliff gives his name, bodyguards automatically lunge and hustle him out.

I remember a few . . .

On the TNG "Tribbles" episode, Worf darkly alluded to a period of history they don't like to talk about. My personal guess is that upper-class Klingons were having surgery to resemble humans.