367. Lights Fantastic (1942)

Release Date: May 23rd, 1942

Series: Merrie Melodies

Director: Friz Freleng

Story: Dave Monahan

Animation: Gil Turner

Musical Direction: Carl Stalling

Starring: Mel Blanc (Bus Driver, Chinese Men, Announcer, Singer with cold, Clown, Tobacco Auctioneer), Sherry Allen group (Chorus)

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A short that harbors little indications of change within the Warner studio is, ironically, a throwback to some of Friz Freleng’s earliest cartoons. The first to update the lettering on the “Warner Bros. Presents” at the top of the short (keeping this typeface until 1947), and the last short to bear Dave Monaghan’s name until Mexican Joyride—also 1947–is molded in the visage of a structure that seemed to sporadically define the ‘30s cartoon decade for Warners: stuff come to life.

Lights Fantastic (whose name is a take on the phrase “trip the light fantastic”, meaning to dance spryly) is a little bit more novel than its cohorts; instead of every billboard, every sign, every act boasting an anthropomorphic performer of some kind, much of what is presented is purely observational. Frilly light displays seek to impress, to humor, to entertain within their own neon limitations.

Freleng was no stranger to the “come to life” cartoons, especially given that his were some of the earliest by the studio. Even gags that are specific to billboards he has experience with—it wouldn’t entirely be inaccurate to call Fantastic a buffed up response to his own Billboard Frolics. Perhaps the greatest novelty in this short isn’t even necessarily the “anthropomorphism” itself, but how the directing and sense of humor directly juxtaposes against the same sort of premise from 7-8 years before. 

Even as early as the opening, the audience is acquainted with the cartoon’s visual grandeur. Transitioning from the cartoon’s title to the credits themselves warrants a camera pan down, which is delivered as a parallax effect: the speed in which the light display moves more quickly than the background itself, which slowly moves up as the light display moves down. The towering scale of the display itself communicates an imposing, larger than life grandeur, whereas the dimensionality of the parallax effect makes the environments feel vast and tangible.

Moreover, there’s even a psychology behind the light displays of the credits. Freleng, being the head honcho of the short, has his name in bolder, comparatively more radiant lights than the others. It isn’t necessarily a purposeful attempt to rob his cohorts of credit or steal his thunder—instead, it just communicates a sense of playful prestige that keeps the composition interesting. All four credits being the same font at the same size would, even unintentionally, uphold a stronger sense of clutter. Varying Freleng’s title size makes it easier to read by capturing the audience’s eye and forcing them to register the information on the screen rather than registering it as a unanimous block of text.  

Just as he was credited in Saddle Silly, Dave Monahan bears the moniker of sergeant yet again in this last credit before his war-initiated hiatus. He certainly wasn’t the only one to bear a distinguished credit before heading off into the war; Norm McCabe’s last credit on Tokio Jokio brands him as Corporal. Credits and circumstances unique to their time. 

Perhaps a bit ironically, the cartoon doesn't open on any animation, but stock footage. Film of a bustling Times Square is lifted directly from the 1937 film A Star is Born--1944's What's Cookin', Doc? likewise borrows footage from the same film. Its insertion here is unimposing, establishing the tone well and prompting a solid way to segue into the short. Open with the objectivity of a real NYC street scene, then slowly become immersed in a crescendo of animated gags. 

That’s exactly the route Freleng adopts. His first sign gag is one of the most straightforward: a series of blinking lights successively pop onto the time, all in tandem to some exceedingly meticulous musical timing to Stalling’s backing track of “Lullaby of Broadway”.

It’s an overlaid precision that only Freleng could handle in the way he does—the “Yahoodi Cafe” headline, branded after the popular phrase-turned-song in association with Jerry Colonna, blinks in quick, rapid bursts. That beat and synchronization is sustained as more text is listed below, obedient to both Stalling’s musical beat and the timing of the flashing. 

The result is one that is surprisingly organic, natural in its spontaneity, but still commanded under a sense of organization that could only be sewn through a careful source of control. “NO NOTHING” is added in increments for added emphasis, varying the rhythm the audience has inevitably been sucked into. Stalling accompanies each phrase with a particularly bold music sting for confident finality.

Even the lights indicating a hotel in the background serve a purpose. It offers our main attraction an environment to live in, instead of just thrusting the camera on a random sign within a nightly void. Likewise, keeping a conscious eye of the backgrounds offers a smooth transition into the cartoon by bridging together these establishing ideas. Our expositional shot of the streets in Time Square was all buildings, with lights as a decoration. Now, we have about 75% lights and 25% building, easing the viewer in. Slowly, the viewer is acquainted with the atmosphere of the short, giving room to delve into these freeform light gags that don't really have (or need) an excuse to exist.

A necessity especially relevant to the nature of this short is a diverse shot flow. While any and all cartoon benefits from varying its structure, experimenting with rhythm and flow and composition for the benefit of audience intrigue, this is an aspect that is especially crucial to the inherently choppy structure of spot gag cartoons. Flow is hard to come by, and it's an easy compulsion to repeat the same camera angles and layouts. This is especially true for Lights Fantastic, since, in spite of its creativity, there are more limitations in keeping the displays contained to their billboards and attractions. Characters aren't always hopping out of bounds and traveling across the metaphorical stage as they do in other spot gag showcases. 

Thus, it is especially important to ensure each shot is distinct from the last. Freleng thereby contrasts the comparatively compact layout of the last scene against a slow, vertical pan down a theatre marquee. Slowness of the camera pan and general tonal grandeur seem to communicate to the audience that this is a big, prestigious affaire, with a classy light display awaiting at the bottom of the marquee.

So, logically, it's instead a throwaway shorts/pants pun that has been lifted from prior shorts such as The Film Fan. From a historian's perspective, the impact is lessened knowing that it's an easily reused punchline, but audiences in 1942 likely weren't consulting their encyclopedia of gags used in prior cartoons. It's fine for what it is.

With the exposition having been fed to the audience, Freleng has a little more freedom to expand the capacity of his gags. Our first substantial light gag is an advertisement for typewriters functioning as a typewriter, sliding just as the role does and each individual letter blinking to life. Those pondering the specificity of "Understood Typewriters" would be right to assume that it is a pun--the Underwood Typewriter Company was the first to produce a modern, widely successful typewriter, even going as far as to create the world's largest typewriter on display in New Jersey's Atlantic City. 

By the time the war arrived, it had been scrapped for metal, but its memory nevertheless lives on through this particularly inspired gag. Freleng's musical timing is a key component to the cohesion of the sequence, each phrase being typed to a plucky arrangement of "The Flea Waltz"—each time the “scroll” resets, a gently atonal piano glissando accentuates the action of the billboard sliding back into place. Subtle squash abs stretch physics apply, the distortion offering an anthropomorphism that extends beyond the letters appearing on screen. 

Thus, this repetitious pattern acquaints the audience with the structure of the scene--all the better to directly be refuted by a set of typos. The errors don’t occur spontaneously. Rather, the typing comes to a slow, with Stalling’s piano accompaniment doing the same. Letter typing is fragmented, cautious, almost childishly so…

…which is a stark contrast to the haste in which the words are scratched out. Musical timing is key to the sequence not only to establish rhythm and give the gag the room to breathe and thrive, but to offer a direct parallel to the prior “correct” scenes. Stalling’s musical glissando marking the error is rapid, clunky, hasty, a far cry from the confidence exuded with the previous two lines. 

Repeating the error—with the error itself varied for additional authenticity—exudes a commitment to the bit. If he wanted to Freleng could have just tapped out at one typo, banking on the rule of threes for ultimate comedic momentum and immediately defaulting to the resolution. By repeating another error, the sequence feels more realistic, a more genuine struggle to wrack one’s brains on how to spell stupendous. Timing is even varied this second time around, the spelling much more cautious and piano notes clunky with greater immediacy. 

A compromise is reached. This, too, isn’t even a complete resumption of normalcy: double exclamation marks connote a colloquiality that coincides with the equally colloquial “swell”. Stalling’s ending piano chord is bold, loud, and somewhat asynchronous, a few notes straying to demonstrate what integrity has been lost through these errors. From the timing to the music, the gag wins out through its sense of observation. There’s a lot to relate to with this his seemingly unimposing billboard.

What is imposing is the unfortunate prevalence of Chinese stereotypes in this cartoon. For the most part, they’re concentrated to this unique cluster of reprehensibility, which is “better” than having sporadic pockets throughout. Audiences aren’t taken off guard by random surprises of deplorableness that would just drag the joke’s corpse through the mud longer than is necessary. 

Regardless, the fixation is odd and perhaps especially disarming—in a short branding itself all about light and billboard gags, making rickshaw jokes with no relevance to the hook of the short just makes the stereotypes feel like an even cheaper, lazier attempt to get a laugh than is already the case. Perhaps focusing on this little human footnote was a way to vary the pacing out of fear that the light shtick would get old. Even so, to do so this early on in the cartoon is puzzling at best.

To nitpick further, the sign heralding the gag promises a “Chinatown excursion”. Said excursion amounts to two more throwaway gags, one just being a simple light gag, until the motif is completely abandoned. Obviously, the less deplorable stereotypes, the better, but the fact that these gags aren’t even bound by their promised structure just makes the intentions seem more transparent. Chinatown isn’t a secondary location of the short, connecting to the story; it’s just an excuse for some quick and offensive gags. 

Nevertheless, the "quick" aspect is appreciated. Once the rickshaw gimmick is out of the way, the next gag follows a group of men craning their necks to read the vertical text scrolling on a sign. Predictably racist gibberish overlays the action.

And then, Freleng seemingly cuts to a random, unrelated sign gag with no relation to the prior barrage of racism. Here, the gimmick is branded as an eye test--a group of letters come up on the screen in varying font sizes, with a stolidly voiced Blancanese narrator offering appraisal's of the viewer's eyesight for each line. "I.C. Spots" branding is standard, but inoffensive and cute--Carl Stalling builds onto the punnery with an ever fitting musical score of "I Only Have Eyes for You". Presentation is unobtrusive and stoic; it has no reason to be anything else. It's an efficient and easy way for Freleng to maintain a sense of economy by dictating the gag through still images and a voiceover. Always a worthy cause.

Viewers may be left wondering why the short took such a narrative left turn from the Chinese gags. That's because this is all a front for a final topper: the last line of text pops on screen with a piano flourish, with just enough ambiguity to keep the audience guessing. Blanc's narrative tone adopts a chipper timbre, the "If you can read this..." much more anticipatory than the prior entries...

"...you are Chinese."

Stereotypical musical cue ensues. All things considered, speaking in technicalities, the gag functions well in its deceptiveness. Revealing that this stagnant little sight test is related to the prior sequences makes for a novel surprise that keeps the audience invested in the flow of the short. The audience has been tricked into brief continuity. Blanc's matter of fact read of the punchline is nice; the bar is very low, with no visible or audible caricatures being seen as "refreshing", but that thankfully marks the end of this odd fixation on stereotypes from Monahan and Freleng. 

Likewise, to compensate for these lows, the short immediately swings into its highlight: a song number from The Sportsman Quartet.Chauncey Olcott's "My Wild Irish Rose" is rebranded into a peppy, modernized jingle of ""My High Polished Nose", obeying to the Four Roses bourbon spoof of "Four Noses". The nose/rose continuum is fitting in itself, with red, shiny noses a beloved cartoon shorthand for drunkenness--such justifying the bulbous proboscises that materialize on each stick figure.

With the exception of the Dinkleheimer cutaway, Manny Perez appears to be responsible for animating the song. Limitations of design regarding the stick figures certainly don't translate to limited creativity, but, rather, enhance it--movements are smooth, rubbery, playful, but still make sense and follow a general structure. There are even attempts to stay loyal to the light motif, with a 5th chorus member (singing in patter song by Blanc himself) blinking on and off the display once he's finished his lines. 

While the abstraction of the stick figures is certainly unique to the short's premise, a playful crudeness that Freleng usually wouldn't be able to channel elsewhere (unless if he were to answer Tex Avery's Porky's Preview), the competence of the animation could ironically divorce itself of its intended origins by being so smooth. Light displays are usually a bit more choppy and indicative of their electronic bounds--these adorable, sprightly stick figures, moving in such synchronicity and with such life, do feel like a group of stick men placed on top of a backdrop instead of thriving within said backdrop. Briefly featuring this flickering fifth wheel is a considerate reminder of the short's motif.

It's certainly amusing to compare the lithe designs of the stick men to the unmistakable Freleng humans. The juxtaposition is nevertheless intentional, with the humans dominating static, unelectrified billboards as an antithesis to the flashy light display. Focusing on these fleeting humans not only makes the song more interesting, preventing the audience from finding the stick men monotonous, but it also offers more flexibility for further joke mileage. Lucky Strike cigarettes find themselves with another endorsement from Warner Bros., Blanc "singing" as the tobacco auctioneer heard in the very advertisements that have been immortalized from these cartoons.

Snappy, cute, lively, the song number is an efficient way to kill some time and entertain the audience through novelty and familiar pop culture references. The Sportsmen continue to make every cartoon just a little more rich and interesting with their harmonies. In discussing this short, this segment seems to be the one that is remembered by most. For good reason.

The distinction of The Sportsmen and the generally unfettered focus on rhythm render this the song number of the cartoon, but Freleng and Monahan find ways to keep the momentum rolling; a clown singing the ever appropriate "Laugh, Clown, Laugh" glues the two segments together, transforming a seemingly random interlude into a real heart of focus.

Utilization of the clown wasn't just an idea from Freleng or Monahan. Not just something thought up off the cuff to match a song that they had stuck in their heads. Rather, the clown is a nod to Zu Zu the clown: the official mascot of Zu Zu's Ginger Snaps, manufactured by the ever present Nabisco (still known then as the National Biscuit Company). In spite of the cookies' discontinuation in the 1980s, Zu Zu still maintains some cultural relevance, being the namesake of George Bailey's daughter in It's a Wonderful Life. 

Lights Fantastic's nameless clown maintains the same mirth as the ginger snap peddling clown, if not moreso; his singing of the song soon derives into a hysterical, screeching rendition that is constantly broken up by raucous laughter. As is usually the case, the performance is entirely reliant on the successes of Mel Blanc--Gil Turner does a fine job with the animation, his penchant for constant, idle movement giving an active energy to the clown that feeds well into his hysterics, but its the vocal performance that draws the viewer in most.

Especially given that the routine develops over time. Blanc starts off the song with a contented, professional timbre, lulling the audience into believing that this will be another relatively stolid song number whose only humor is derived from the literality of the circumstances. Over time, as matched in Stalling's trumpet "laughing" score, the clown begins to laugh. Chuckles evolve and gain traction into laughter, which soon breeds hysteria; amazingly, throughout the entire thing, even when Blanc is at the most violent crest of the laughing fit, the intended musicality of the song remains. His laughter is on beat the entire way through.

Staying in time and staying genuine with the performance is an exceptionally difficult feat, but, as always, nothing that can't be conquered by Mel. In parts, his spoken delivery of the song sounds as though he is genuinely laughing as the clown himself, truly enraptured in hysterics. Not just a voice actor meeting an obligation. The sheer authenticity behind his mirth makes it yet another performance to remember--so much so that it vastly overshadows Turner's animation.

Freleng maintains the theme of recognizable branding by switching now to "FACE & SUNBURN COFFEE". Whether it be the constant animated cycle of the lights blinking in the text, the gradual arrival of the airbrushed neon glow from each side that lags behind its more opaque counterparts, simulating the lights turning on in a rise, or the anticipatory crescendo of Stalling's orchestrations, this little sequence communicates a real sense of spectacle. All before it's even begun.

Perhaps ironically, too, given that the heart of the spectacle--cans dancing the can-can to "The Latin Quarter"--is all clearly modeled after animation in Bob Clampett's Goofy Groceries. It isn't exact reuse, as the movements are a bit different, designs are tweaked (the cans flip up their skirt at a rear 3/4 view in Groceries, whereas it is a front on view here), but it's obvious that the scene was used as a reference. Its utilization in this scene is contextually independent enough to get a pass, as it fits seamlessly into what the sequence is attempting to achieve. Nevertheless, one wonders if the assets of spectacle were a way to compensate for the cheat. Especially since there's a bit of dissonance regarding the purpose of the cans: the rest of the sign is made of lights, but the cans themselves are fully dimensional and anthropomorphized.

To compensate for that, Freleng has the lights go out after a stanza of the music. The cans go with the lights. Not even an implied silhouette in the darkness, which is a nice commitment--or, perhaps, correction--to the light motif. 

All of this dancing and sporadic disappearing amounts to a final punchline: the cans showing their bottoms, dates projected in neon as the sign above brands itself as such. The sequence is a giant nod to the Chase & Sanborn Coffee Company, who ran a marketing campaign boasting about their dating of coffee for guaranteed freshness. Freleng does a nice job of "building up" to the punchline, despite there being very little to build up to--fun, colorful visuals, and a continuously strong musical synchronicity.

That is what this cartoon does best, and that is what Freleng knew this cartoon does best. Thus, the next 40 seconds or so are dedicated to musical synchronicity and colorful light visuals alone. Set to Strauss' "Voices of Spring", a light display snakes to life in strict obedience to the music. Lights pulsate, loop, intertwine, intersect, all in meticulous accordance to the beat. 

Flowers and anchors in the corner are animated with an overshoot to really communicate a visceral pop. In comparison, the tendrils of light that connect to the anchors and weave within themselves are much more flowy, light, less abrasive--that this is all obedient to the music is stellar in itself, but the juxtaposition in animated techniques really sells a sense of tactility and tangibility.

Affectionately pretentious, it's a display that takes itself seriously and is worth bragging about. It's hard to imagine these visuals surviving in the same capacity just a few years before: less experience from the animators could be an issue, or the ever frequent trouble with glowing, double exposure effects. Everything about its execution here is clean cut and focused. 

Given that the punchline is so reliant on being a violent tonal inverse, that cleanliness and elevation is a necessity. Even the "EAT AT JOE'S" text itself is animated in a constant cyle, vibrating in a flurry of one's. An unrestrained, flighty, comparatively aggressive energy that breaks the decorum and overwhelming control that surrounds every iota of the set-up. Once again, execution is a key asset of success. 

Lights Fantastic isn’t even so much a short about light themed spot gags as it is an opportunity for Freleng to flex and foster his talents in musical timing. Still hooked on the theme of music, the cartoon reaches its grand finale through an energetic samba rhythm, various lights and anthropomorphized billboards all contributing to the cause. It isn’t that one light display is responsible for one song. Each advertisement contributes an instrument or a beat, those beats adding on in a cumulative effort to reach a lively grand song number by the end.

Maxwell House coffee is first to initiate the rhythm, its “anthropomorphization” executed in the loosest sense: the leaking coffee from the logo creating a dripping rhythm. 

Timeless branding is when the viewer doesn’t even need the discretion of a pun. The monocle and top hat clad peanuts are all that is necessary in conveying their allegiance to Planters. Their maraca rhythm is well timed, obedient to its comparatively quick, frenetic beat. Timing of their shaking is differentiated, some parts held only for one frame to match the deftness of the beat—varying the rates in which the frames are held creates a rather organic, believable execution.

Carnation brand condensed milk, a frequent source of parody in these shorts, is now branded as “Darnation” brand. Its signature cow reaches across billboards and grazes on a “say it with flowers” advertisement—while the billboard motifs technically go against the main hook of the short (lights), Freleng is able to integrate the action into the “story” well and make it feel at home. 

Likewise, the following shot of a fisherman and his fish dancing in time delivers a brief fill of lights, the surface in which they walk upon being made up of neon. 

In establishing the rhythm, Freleng cuts between a bunch of different segments: the coffee, the peanuts, the cow, the fish, and so on. There’s a lot to cut to in such a short amount of time. To make sure that this doesn’t register as mindless, visual noise, the layouts of each cutaway are distinct from one another. The Planters peanuts are at more of a dramatic up angle than the coffee. Placing the fish oil advertisement in a straight-ahead layout calls instant attention and differentiates that from the more naturalistic ¾ angles seen prior. Having the cow cross the barrier across advertisements is another way to keep novelty fresh without relying on the same old trick of simply altering the camera angle. 

Straightforward angling of the fish oil advertisement likewise “resets” the viewer. Following this shot, the musical chorus finally reaches the orchestra, marking the formal introduction of the number. It’s a new chapter of the song, a tangible transition; this full-frontal view connotes that through such neutrality. A way to reset “back to the beginning” in preparation for the gags that follow—slightly longer in their screen time, some more layers added on top than the introductory musical beats.

Stick figures on an advertisement for bank night—a Depression-era lottery hosted at various theaters—boast the same affectionate crudeness as the singing quartet seen prior. A nice little bit of continuity that, despite continuity not being a necessity in this short due to its structure, does nevertheless make the structure feel sound. A reminder of the short’s light-centric origins.  

An advertisement for Dutch Cleanser is of particular interest, in that it’s a brand Freleng has referred to in shorts such as How Do I Know It’s Sunday—one of his earliest directorial efforts. Obviously, his comedic, timing, and directorial sensibilities have shifted a lot within the past eight years, making the comparison all the richer to ponder. For the context of the short in 1942, the cleanser ladies being revealed to have grotesque faces, mugging the camera on certain beats, is serviceable. Nothing uproarious or groundbreaking, but a successful and amusing marriage of animation and music. Compared to the skipping and dancing animation in Sunday, however, it’s a great way to demonstrate just how much more abrasive Freleng (and, really, everyone’s) cartoons have gotten in their timing. The shmaltzy stolidity in Sunday is an asset that is long gone from his cartoons.

Cartoon comparisons go both way in their timelines. A projection of hieroglyphics that switch out in tandem to the music would be reused most notably in A Hare Grows in Manhattan—hot foot gag and all. A brief inclusion of the Pall Mall cigarette ad campaign (the man comparing the length between two cigarettes) is exclusive to Lights, having been a popular gag of reference in the early ‘40s. Praises are to be directed towards the clarity of the silhouettes. The sharp, graphic charm of the designs is really preserved that way, making it a memorable highlight against some of the more dimensional advertisements and anthropomorphism seen before.

Also unique to this version’s hieroglyphics is a completely unrelated pinup. This, too, could be compared to a handful of cartoons: the general look and style of the pinup evokes comparisons to Duck Soup to Nuts the most. The slides moving past the pinup, only to revert with a manufactured double take, humanizing the projection itself is comparable to the same in The Hardship of Miles Standish, in which the camera returns to a pinup and ensures that the audience was not hallucinating. 

Given the stark stylization of the designs surrounding the pinup, the surprise aspect is capitalized most successfully here. Both contexts have some sort of grounded reasoning for the pinup to be there (in Soup’s example, the barrels of Porky’s gun are a stand-in for a crank peep show machine). No such luxury here, which is why it works so well. The spontaneity is believable.

Thus, our cartoon ends exactly as it started: the same shot of the lights display from A Star is Born. Only this time, the footage of that is manipulated to move and flicker in tandem with the music. Cute, charming, creative, a solid bookend that likewise proves audience expectations wrong and demonstrates that there is a purpose for this footage beyond easy exposition.

Lights Fantastic is a fun, light, fluffy short of very little substance. Given the nature of this blog, that could make it an easy target—less substance must equate less interest, and less interest must mean less good. However, if anything, this short proves that these happy, comparatively mindless (quote unquote, as there is absolutely nothing mindless about the meticulousness of Freleng’s repeated musical timing) are just as important as even the densest, intellectually stimulating cartoon.

Not every cartoon needs to have a message or even much of an intent. Sometimes, the novelty of moving lights and colors in synchronicity with the music, light gags and recognizable nods to then-current pop culture is all one needs. The beauty of Lights Fantastic is that it doesn’t try to be something it’s not. It doesn’t try to fool the audience into thinking it’s a grand, elaborate spectacle, a breakthrough in the medium of storytelling. There is no overarching story, no B plot (unless counting the haphazard inclusion of Chinese stereotypes, which is more of a cluster than an actual narrative footnote). Some of these other spot gag shorts in a similar vein attempt to pass themselves off as something more than they are, which is where trouble arises.

It’s a nice way to get the crew out of their usual comfort zone. Obviously, these shorts are not usually made up of animated stick figures or meticulous light displays—while animating the crudeness of a stick figure may seem like a walk in the park compared to the usual standard of construction and dimension, it is a different skill set. The movement is different because the construction is different. Silhouettes and clarity are a much bigger consideration. Moreover, given that this is a short all about timing, making sure the timing is believable and spontaneous and natural is a whole different challenge. 

Colorful, whimsical, fun without much pretention (unless that is the butt of the joke, such as the EAT AT JOE’S gag), Lights Fantastic is a genuinely novel “come to life” cartoon. Comparing it to prior shorts of the same genre—especially those directed by Freleng himself, like How Do I Know It’s Sunday or Billboard Frolics—yields great growth directorially, musically, comedically. It may not be an earth-shattering cartoon, but that might be the most attractive thing about it.