Hereâs how things work behind the scenes at 1900HOTDOG: One of us makes a joke about something and then immediately forgets it. The other laughs, and then starts thinking â…but what if it wasnât a joke?â Then weeks later we ambush the other with a reality we never meant to ask for. It works beautifully, like this:
And then we do a two hour podcast about it, where we discover a proto-Jurassic Park movie called Baby, and its extremely horny trading cards about the various wounds inflicted on a baby dinosaur puppet.
Oh! And also we ate all of the ancient gum, including the stick that bubbled the paint on the front of A Familiar Face and left a black stain of lingering sin on the back.
Itâs Podcasting Day and weâre lucky enough to have momentarily lassoed Professional Whirlwind of Chaos, Hana Michels! Follow her on Twitter to track her path of destruction, and check out her Etsy store to buy some cat anuses (see: whirlwind of chaos). We knew the instant we got boring Hana would tip over all of our shelves and start a small fire, so we played a trivia game with her!
If you have cheap shelves or are interested in some with fire damage, please contact us.
Itâs time for-
The rules are simple: theyâre in the podcast! Why would you need to know them now? This board doesnât work. Itâs just a picture. Go listen to the thing, then subscribe to the thing and review the thing.
Happy Anime Week! On todayâs podcast, weâre joined by Supa Kawaii Lydia Bugg to talk about a 30-minute romantic comedy OVA from 1992 called Kennel Tokorozawa.Â
Itâs a lighthearted romp about a young girl whose family runs a pet store, and her overprotective dog. Doesnât sound like our usual thing? Weâre covering this one because itâs the only anime that Jimmy Onishi, our favorite rashy little kobold man from Documental, has ever done.
He voices the dog! Hilarious mess Jimmy Onishi as a talking dog was simply too adorable for us to pass up, so we hit play and braced ourselves for some fun!
1-900-ââđ is a special place. Itâs the last holdout in text-based internet comedy, an art that died years ago and was rightfully damned to hell. Outside of these walls, text-based internet comedy means writing 300 word summaries of trending Twitter topics capped by an NFT scam. You, our patrons, are the only thing keeping us from that. You fend off the siege. Your patronage mans our bulwarks and keeps our catapults full of only the most diseased sheep corpses.
You, the community.
And the amazing things you do.
That are entirely outside of our control. Iâm talking about those wonderful actions you take of your own volition that have never been legally endorsed by 1-900-ââđ in any way.
Like that time you ruined Paul Danoâs life.
Let me explain.
Like many vendettas, this all begins with 1984âs âKarate Rap.â It was a novelty song and subpar rap from the era when every white person said ârap? Thatâs just like talking, watch this: WEEEELL my name is-â
Karate enthusiasts Sensei Dave and Holly made a low budget hip-hop video about how much karate rules, and it seems weird to condemn them for that when I celebrate Partners in Kryme for the same thing. Perhaps Sensei Dave stacked one more brick than he could break, but my livelihood literally depends on wrongheaded karate masters making mistakes. I thank them for their sacrifice.
It should have been a wonderful abomination for all to enjoy, yet something terrible happened: Sensei Dave and Holly both suffered horrific simultaneous frontal lobe damage that froze them in that moment of time forever.
I like to think that if a time traveler were to jump out of a portal and warn them that, from this point on, their entire lives would be devoted to âKarate Rap,â they wouldâve done something else. Maybe figured out that Kung Fu rhymes with Love You and spent the next forty years teaching couples to make love Tiger-Style.
Clearly I wasnât content just making fun of âKarate Rap.â I mercilessly tracked the Seegers down like Lance Henriksen might hunt a Van Damme. And when I found them, god bless them, god bless their souls â I realized that karate rap success had driven them completely insane.
Itâs important to note here that âKarate Rapâ was not successful.
It would eventually go minorly viral in 2012, but before that it was nothing. They chased ironic success for thirty years and it took their entire lives away.
I discovered that Sensei Dave was from a long and storied line of pop culture garbage architects. Dave Seeger’s father made hilarious garbage in the â60s, Dave himself carried on the tradition in the â80s and â90s, and then he married âKarate Girlâ Holly and had children who make hilarious garbage to this day. The Seeger dynasty has given us novelty songs, attempted viral videos, shot pilots for shows nobody would ever see â they even made a movie!
It fucking ruled. Go watch Sister Sensei. Sensei Dave dies right at the start and becomes a Ghost Dad trying to bang his sister with karate spirit magic from beyond the grave. If thereâs a better logline than that, it must surely add a speedboat. Of course âKarate Rapâ played throughout Sister Sensei. Of course they reused footage from the video, even though it didnât fit at all. Sensei Daveâs whole life is just one long remix of a novelty rap video he made forty years ago and I both envy and pity him for it. You know The Simpsons episode where Marge finds a fancy dress and just remakes it over and over until itâs physical nonsense? Thatâs the Seegers and âKarate Rap.â They had one idea to share between two lives.
Sensei Rainbow and the Dojo Kids was a pilot for a childrenâs show based on karate. More specifically, singing and karate. If you guessed that âKarate Rapâ would make its way into this show retooled for the kids, you get no points. Youâre right, but itâs just worth nothing.
Sensei Rainbow and the Dojo Kids was so bonkers that it might have actually been a coded message to activate sleeper agents. It was about teaching kids the magic of karate, and by that I donât mean using martial arts to instill shy children with confidence. I mean there was an extended section where Sensei Dave healed wounds and made butterflies with karate and then told the kids they could do it, too. The show featured rampant delusion, nightmarish claymation dragons, custom gis for the kids in Cult Saffron, the ghost of âKarate Rap,â plenty of trademark Seeger desperation⌠and Paul Dano.
I didnât even spot the celebrity cameo in the article! For some reason one of our patrons, Javo, was rewatching Sensei Rainbow and the Dojo Kids. We are living through the long slow end of western society. Do not judge how people find their comfort. Anyway Javo brought this revelation to the Hot Dog Discord and with a reasoned perspective and a measured heart, we decided we must use this to destroy Paul Dano.
You see, Sensei Rainbow and the Dojo Kids wasnât on IMDB. Why would it be? It was barely on film. Before I highlighted it, the YouTube video had less than two hundred views. Now it has two thousand. Thatâs not⌠thatâs still not a lot, but we did that! So nobody knew that Paul Dano has always been a Dojo Kid. Whatâs more: We looked at the release dates and realized this would have been Paul Danoâs first role⌠by years.
Our most twisted Riddler! This is his origin story!
We knew we had to get Sensei Rainbow and the Dojo Kids on Paul Danoâs IMDB profile. The first credit is the most important on any actorâs page. The most recent credit, no matter how high profile, will move every time they take another job. The top is always waiting to become the middle. But the first role? Thatâs the anchor. People scroll to the bottom first thing to see where an actor âgot their start.â
Is it fair to say that Sensei Rainbow and the Dojo Kids is responsible for the talents of Paul Dano? No! It might be a crime! But if weâre successful, one day Mario Lopez will open Access Hollywood by saying the words âPaul Dano, from Sensei Rainbow and the Dojo Kids-â and my entire life will fold in on itself like a paper crane. This must happen. We had to do this. We all agreed. Only one problem: It sounded hard.
So we didnât!
Well, most of us didnât. Two loose cannons risked their badges to go on a rogue mission of justice. Javo and fellow đer DeltaFoxTrot went after IMDB. They endured weeks of bureaucracy and pedantics, rejection after rejection, form after form, request after request. They had to tackle it in stages: First, get IMDB to recognize Dave Seeger, which anybody whoâs made eye contact with him at a party could have told you is a terrible mistake. Then get IMDB to acknowledge Sensei Rainbow and the Dojo Kids as a show, which it barely is, and finally to affiliate the two. This sounds like a lot, but it was actually the easy part. âWho gives a shit?â Some IMDB drone muttered, and clicked approve so he could get back to working on his screenplay about a Ghost Dad trying to bang his sister with karate spirit magic from beyond the grave on a speedboat.
They didnât know. They didnât know the storm was coming.
The next request came in, and alarms went off. The entire IMDB office went dark, a klaxon sounded, the higher-ups pulled their glasses off and stared out the window to whisper âmy god…â
They really, really didnât want some fucking Hot Dog goofballs to edit Paul Danoâs profile.
To change a major starâs IMDB page? Nearly impossible. To do it during the release of his biggest role yet? Completely impossible. To change his very first credit? To something called Sensei Rainbow and the Dojo Kids? That means war. IMDB wouldn’t let it happen. They couldnât. They fought it tooth and nail. But they donât know how far the 1-900-đ community will go for a joke. Weâll kill ourselves and all of you if it means landing the perfect punchline, and those plans are in motion.
In the meantime, we beat IMDB.
Paul Danoâs very first acting role is now Sensei Rainbow and the Dojo Kids. Itâs already working to poison the zeitgeist. This all went down just a couple months ago and you can see people on Twitter losing their minds as they stumble on it. Anybody that sees The Batman and thinks âIâd like to know more about this Paul Dano guyâ will now utter this sentence:
âWhat the fuck is Sensei Rainbow and the Dojo Kids?â
This is how we do it.
This is how we ruin Paul Danoâs life.
I donât know why we want that, but weâre doing it now and itâs too late to stop.
Heroes arenât born, theyâre made. DeltaFoxTrot? Javo? You have built a legacy for yourselves. Your fellow đs donât know how to show our gratitude. We donât know what gift says âthank you, thank you so much for attacking this man for reasons weâre not 100% clear on.â
Oh wait, yes we do.
This astounding movie poster by M.V. Bramley is for the inevitable gritty reboot, Sensei Rainbow Vs. The Dojo Kid â the one where Sensei Dave grows corrupt with power and pursues a now-grown Paul Dano to the ends of the Earth for no apparent reason. Surely thatâs not a metaphor for something. Javo and DeltaFoxTrot get Easter Eggs in the poster, producer credits in the text, and of course copies have already been sent to the both of them. But you? You reading this right now? You get the ultimate honor. You get to pay for it!
Itâs up right now in the PoxCo store, and it wonât be there for long because weâre not entirely sure why you want it. The art is amazing, and like all the best jokes it requires eight layers of increasingly obscure nested knowledge just to land a medium laugh, but why does it speak to you? We just donât understand.
Regardless, the art rules, this moment rules, this community rules â you! All of you! If youâre here, if youâre contributing to keep this đ thing going â youâre giving Javo and Delta a community to interface with and a place to hatch their dire plans. And youâre paying us to foster wild grudges against karate rappers and major celebrities based on nothing! Absolutely nothing! We couldnât do that without sponsors like you! And we make each and every one of you this promise: If you destroy a major celebrity for us, we will commission a poster for you, too.
Welcome, truthseekers, to a podcast the fatcats up at Big Bigfoot donât want you to hear. Joining us today is Jason Pargin, author of the upcoming If This Book Exists Youâre in the Wrong Universe. Pre-order now! The absolutely perfect guest for our show about a telepathic forest ape fighting seven large drunk men with a high school education between them. Weâre talking of course about Mountain Monsters on, let me check, Discovery Channel +âs Travel Channel Streaming? Sure, that probably exists.
Other shows leave the mystery up in the air, other shows try to keep still-shine hillbillies away from dangerous traps, other shows donât even make their Bigfeet psychic! Mountain Monsters is not afraid to say âBigfoot was right over there and he shook me like a baby.â Mountain Monsters is not afraid to build a man-trap and drunkenly fall in it. Mountain Monsters is not afraid to invent hilarious new kinds of Bigfoot! Mountain Monsters is not afraid to be the perfect show.
The best part of Mountain Monsters is everything, but especially Wild Bill, who is now the unofficial spokesman of 1900HOTDOG because of his ability to do meth, build traps, and not think things through.
Here he is doing so much meth he air-chainsaws:
Here he is nearly dying while building a trap:
Here he is seconds later, nearly dying again from not thinking things through.
You know Gerry Anderson? Yeah, you know Gerry Anderson. You might not know his name, but if youâre anything like me, you think of the 1960s as âThe Puppet Decade.â And thatâs Gerry Andersonâs doing. Thunderbirds was his biggest hit, but he churned out series after series of hopping inhuman action and, like all puppeteers, he was secretly evil. To prove that, youâll have to come with me to Joe 90.
You wonât have to come very far.
The first episode opens on the Brain Impulse Galvanoscope Record and Transfer, a computer that captures a human beingâs entire essence and temporarily overlays it on another personâs brain.
So far itâs only been tried on one person: the inventorâs adopted son, Joe 90. I assume the boyâs real name is Bradley or Terrence or Churwith, and calling all the orphans Joe # just makes it easier to track how many heâs burned through.
To reiterate: The acronym is BIGRAT and it is a computer for stealing innocence.
These are not the villains our heroes fight.
These are our heroes.
Puppet Jorah Mormont over here is Mack, inventor of the BIGRAT and a man on his fourth orphan punch card. Two more and he gets a free waif! Itâs great villainous coding that in his very first scene he already has the âmy god, what have we doneâ glasses pull out of the way.
Iâll come clean. I have an agenda. I have a theory that this show knows itâs evil and it just wants to see how far it can go before you catch on. Aside from the evil premise, the evil computer, and our first main character (evil), thereâs Joe 90.
Every single time we see Joe 90 we have to do a long, slow zoom on his obvious despair.
Hey, can you read lips? Puppet lips? Because this is his first line in the show. In a timid English accent he quavers âis this it, dad?â
Joe 90 has big Social Services energy. He moves like a boy who once knocked over a vase and will die before he lets it happen again. I donât need any more information to know that this child cries at loud noises. And we are going to steal his brain and send all 56 damp pounds of him into danger. Jesus. This is not a childrenâs show, this is a fable you show a scientist so heâs more careful with his monkeys.
For the test run of BIGRAT, Mack recorded his own brainwaves and is going to put them straight into his son. Iâm pretty sure thatâs the plot of Friday Night Lights, and itâs illegal everywhere but Texas High Schools. Since the knowledge only lasts as long as the special electrodes are attached, Mack mocked up science glasses that keep his mind-theft going as long as Joe wears them.
Every single episode starts like this â with Joe 90 getting into a funkadelic identity-erasing machine while wild â60s groove assures us itâs okay, and the camerawork promises it is not.
Thatâs the actual title card! Just a long, slow zoom on quiet despair as the fake name given to him by science blocks out a frightened boyâs face. Iâm telling you: This was not a show. It was meant to test the inherent morality of children. It was supposed to come with a little buzzer you hit when you spotted something wrong, only the lab shipments got mixed up. The Revlon guys got a bunch of NOT OK buttons and a generation of British children got this accidental Sociopath Guide and a free makeup bunny.
The bunnies did not last long.
There is a way to do this that makes a delightful premise for a kidâs tv show. Little boy temporarily downloads the abilities of specialists with a lifetime of experience? That rules! He can be a shipâs captain! A daring explorer! An astronaut!
You deeply fuck up that premise when you include all of the adultâs memories. Mack is middle-aged and this takes place in the 1960s – I promise the 1941 version of Mack is squatting in a trench somewhere inside Joe 90âs head, just waiting for a whiff of mustard to unleash the time he gutted eight Nazis at the Somme.
Iâm just saying, unless the plan is to load little Joe up with the ghost of an enemy soldier and ship him off to kill Russians, putting complete adult brains in a child of the â60s has at least one pitfall.
Puppet Jerry Orbach here is Sam, a stooge for the World Intelligence Network who has sinister designs on the project. Sam is American, but they made up a fake organization to keep things apolitical⌠then Joe 90 straight up calls him Uncle Sam because we didnât invent subtlety until 1973, and we didnât use it until sometime in 2011.
Uncle Sam is still not the villain! Our heroes love him! They know all about his plans to weaponize the BIGRAT! They think that rules!
Having agreed that possessing a child is great and should be done at least 90 times, our heroes leave the lab and emerge into an old-timey english cottage –
Which Sam thinks is strange, but Mack answers, âthatâs the way we like it, Sam. A combination of the old and the new!â He pats Joeâs shoulder.
The implication is not lost on Joe.
Uncle Sam takes off to set up a meeting with his superiors, so Mack and Joe follow. They slip into a rustic garage that should house nothing but quaint pornography and possums, and out pops their flying car.
The implication is still not lost on Joe.
âDo you get it yet, son? My experiment is like this, but backwards â Iâm the OLD car and youâre my fancy NEW garage!â
Sam says the World Intelligence Network will buy the BIGRAT on the condition that nobody will ever know about it, and they get to use it at their discretion. It will âplay a vital role in maintaining world peace.â You see where this is going – old soldiersâ skills are never lost, but transplanted straight into younger bodies. Every grunt is whatever specialist they need to be, just slap on a different pair of glasses and you can disarm a mine, fly a stealth bomber, break a code on the fly.
You saw it all wrong.
The WIN wants Joe, specifically. So far Mack has only tried the experiment on Joe, because he buys orphans in bulk. But at no point does he say it can only ever work on sad English boys who have forgotten the taste of hope. WIN just specifically wants a deadly child supersoldier and for nobody to ever ask questions about it.
I know what youâre thinking, but no: WIN isnât revealed to be an evil front using our heroes for dastardly purposes. These are still the good guys and everybody loves them and everything they do.
Uncle Sam sits Mack and Joe down, then says âlet me describe what could be his first missionâŚâ
Theyâre going to load little Joe up with the ghost of an enemy soldier and ship him off to kill Russians.
Welcome to Episode 1, everybody! The best way to debut this premise!
You thought this was one of those articles where I delve deep into a harmless premise and explore how fucked up it could be, if you think about it.
No.
Youâre going to watch a brainwashed 9 year old puppet put a bullet in a commie because his emotionally distant father told him to. It happens in every episode.
So the WIN needs this experimental new Russian plane, and unattended children are Britainâs greatest natural resource. The solution seems obvious. Luckily a Russian pilot is holding a press conference in London for no reasons that are ever explained â you know how Russian pilots are always touring the world, especially enemy territory, to give interviews about their secret technology? This is that! Mack and Uncle Sam use this opportunity to steal his brainwaves, which is another worrying revelation â it didnât take Mack years of exhaustive cataloging to capture his entire personality on tape, and it especially didnât take consent. Just a couple minutes near an antenna and the government can steal any brain.
Then into the machine Joe 90 goesâ
You can really feel the reticence in that puppet. I will give Gerry Anderson this: Nobody puts existential discomfort into a puppet-child like Gerry Anderson, except maybe Mack.
Itâs been five minutes since our last long, slow zoom of despair. Cue the Brainswitch Go-Go Kiddie Freakout song!
Easy as that! Joe 90âs innocence has been put on pause, and heâs ready for the mission. Letâs go over his kit: The brainwashing glasses-
With them on youâll have all the memories and experiences of a Russian pilot in the 1960s – his extensive training, his deadly skills, his despair at being trapped as a living weapon in a crumbling empire. But donât lose them or youâre just timid little Joe, alone behind enemy lines! Still with the despair of being trapped as a living weapon in a crumbling empire, just without the ability to find the eject button.
Next, the pistol-
Haha, your modern sensibilities thought theyâd dance around this! No, when I said Joe puts bullets in commies, I mean we watch them go in. Uncle Sam explains itâs âspecially made for Joe, itâs small, light, and will fire 200 times without reloading.â We made this gun just for you, child! So your child hands can hold it steady to deliver the killshot!
200 fucking times!
They expect Joe 90 to personally kill an entire battalion on this mission, and they will not be disappointed.
And finally the communicator-
This was cool and high tech back in the â60s, but now itâs just a cellphone Joe 90 uses to call the men who stole his youth. If youâve got your highschool football coach in your contacts list, youâve got this bit of spykit in your pocket already.
Thatâs it! Thatâs all you need to be WINâs most special agent!
Thatâs⌠actually what they call him.
Somehow this is the most heartbreaking part, the way theyâre playing with his little kidâs sense of worth. Pinning pilotâs wings on him because heâs being a brave boy on the plane, making sure he knows heâs Daddyâs Best Murderer so the fun little badge keeps his child warfare nice and gamified. Six more boxtops and you get a garotte!
So whatâs the plan? Easy, just sign up for one of the many tours Russians give foreign scientists of their top secret military bases!
No, really.
That is a Russian tour guide explaining to a bus full of foreign scientists that they âordinarily donât show people the top secret plane.â But this seems like such a fun group so letâs make some noise! I canât hear you! All the capitalist pigs in the back say M-I-G! Now just the ladies â hey, 242!â
While the party is bumping, Joe 90 runs off to hijack the plane â notice I did not say sneak, he does not think to sneak. His absence is spotted immediately, Mack has no cover story for it, and the Russians freak the fuck out.
The entire bus looks out the window to watch the Russianâs plane get stolen-
Then looks back at the empty seat to really appreciate that the only missing person is this child whose caretaker just admitted to stealing it.
I meant it when I said Mack doesnât have a cover story. He tells the Russians everything immediately, and itâs important for you to realize this is not only a legitimate step in this plan, but an integral part of every plan in every episode of Joe 90: Much like a Scooby Doo unmasking, thereâs a part at the end where Mack condescendingly explains exactly whatâs going on, in detail, right to the enemyâŚ
Then⌠waits for laughter! Because who would believe a government could use a child for warfare!
Mack admits everything, then tries on a smug little grin and waits shittily while the entire Russian airforce attempts to murder his son half a mile above his head.
Thatâs it! This works! Thereâs no clever turn here to de-escalate the conflict. This is the format of the show: Have Joe 90 sprint into danger, explain to the men trying to shoot him that they are correct to do so, and then trust that the brain trespasser ghostriding the waif remembers how to kill.
He does!
God, he does!
The Russians mobilize to shoot down the thief, but they donât count on Joeâs contempt for human life. Again, the show wants to be very clear that this is fucked and you should know it. This is like a Highlights magazine Hidden Picture Game, but for basic human morality. It could not be made more plain that killing isnât necessary here. Joe 90 radios Uncle Sam and says there are MIGs pursuing him, but theyâre 200 miles back. Remember the entire point of this jet is that itâs faster than anything else in the air. Thatâs the only reason theyâre stealing it. Joe 90 is reminded of this, and then says âIâm going to turn around and shoot it out with air-to-air missiles.â
Even Uncle Sam, who has sent so many kids to the meat-grinder heâs come to love the taste of the sausage, pauses at this and says âJoe, isnât that kind of⌠uh, dangerous?â
Joe doesnât even bother to answer that nonsense.
Itâs time to get some blood in his teeth.
Drums of madness play as Joe gets lost in the bloodhaze, puppet eyes hard behind blocky nerd glasses. Look close, see any of that G.I. Joe shit? Little parachutes popping up? No, you do not.
We even follow that first plane down until it eats dirt and explodes just so you can be sure the kill is confirmed, and Joe!
Isnât!
Done!
He takes the jet into a nosedive⌠so he can strafe the base they came from.
Holy shit. The bodycount of the first episode of this childrenâs show is already in the dozens. Either the Russian pilot crawling around Joeâs brain has some deep issues with the Motherland, or those glasses are a placebo and Mackâs real experiment was mapping the Murderer Gene.
Uncle Sam radios again, telling Joe to come home before he gets killed.
In a corpseâs voice, Joe 90 answers: âThey canât really stop me now, Sam.â
To which Sam only has worried silence. There comes a point in any military operation where things have gone so sideways you realize youâve accidentally made a Rambo. This silence is Uncle Sam filing the paperwork for a First Blood contingency, and then shakily scanning down to check off the PeeWee Division box.
Finally, Joe lands the top secret jet back in English territory and runs off into the night, his mission accomplished.
âŚand thatâs how it COULD have gone!
Haha yes, the entire pilot episode of this show was theoretical. Remember when Sam opened the folder and said âhereâs how his first mission COULD go?â This was all a godawful pitch the World Intelligence Network made to the boyâs father â this is how they WOULD LIKE to use his precious invention! This wasnât a worse-case contingency, this was their ideal scenario! âBear with us now: We put you and your child in mortal danger, the entire thing hanging on whether or not Russia believes children are our future, and only one thing is for certain: Your 9 year old son will take many lives.â
And MackâŚ
FuckingâŚ
LOSES IT.
The whole tone of the episode shifts as Mack slams his fist into the table. The animation kicks out and itâs just furious screaming over dramatic stills and quick-zooms while Mack takes these motherfuckers to court for the dumbest god damn idea heâs ever heard in his life. Joe straight up flees the room as his father invents new, more tearable assholes for these dudes and then bursts through them like a mascot at a homecoming game.
It is exactly how any sane parent would respond to this absurd pitch. Screaming. Crashing glass, fistfighting. Fuck you for even thinking it! Nobody finishes a line, itâs just a montage of hollering, each new quote cutting off the previous one-
NO! NO! NO!
DO YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO ALLOW-
NOW LOOK HERE! NO YOU LOOK!
HE MAY BE MY ADOPTED SON BUT I LOVE HIM LIKE A-
OUT OF THE QUESTION! SIMPLY OUT OF THE QUESTION!
ARE YOU MAD? ARE YOU QUITE MAD???
âŚ
And then Mack agrees to it.
What!
Holy shit, what? Why, Joe 90? Why the fake-out? Why the double fake-out? Why have the whole episode be an insane pitch by a psychopathic government stooge? Why show us the huge, knockdown drag-out brawl that ensues as a father refuses to sacrifice his greatest invention and his child in one fell swoop? And why the freewheeling fuck do we cut straight out of that fight to exhausted men shaking hands like somebody just sold a lightly-used Ford Fiesta?
Why⌠if not for my exact theory? Joe 90 isnât a childrenâs show. Itâs a morality test that we all failed for 30 episodes.
And I didnât even talk about the one where they put a murdered special agentâs brain into Joe and he guns down 128 men with his Playskool Pistol for revenge!
