FOR THE LOVE OF CARTOON!

 

FOR THE LOVE OF CARTOON!

Grim and Evil, are two masters of evil, attempting to cause chaos and disorder in my world. For the love of cartoon! That Jamaican accent is a bust Mr. Reaper. Therefore, either snooze it or loose it skull face! You too Cancarne! Your ridonculous body does not match your evil mind. You two are like Tom and Jerry, those mute frenemies who are always chasing, and always on the run.

Well, so you both think that my life is like the Grim adventures of Billy and Mandy? Am I Minnie Mouse? Do you compare me to Casper, your friendly ghost? Do not think for a minute that you can Dick Dastardly your way into my life, and I in turn will Penelope Pitstop myself into your Wacky Races. I think not!

Do not play with me or I will Power Puff your Flying Machine into the middle of nowhere, and have that Pigeon summon Freaky Fred, to shave your corrupt heads, for being so naughty. So bothered, you will have Johnny Bravo call his mama Bunny and that quirky Carl to conjure up Megamind, in order to save you Muppets from this Metrocity.

Never mistake me for Courage the Cowardly dog, for I am Shera, He-man’s twin sister, and by the power of grey skies, I will call on the Code Name Kids Next Door to drive you two Looney Tunes out of Townsville and into Gotham, where you belong. I wish you Grim luck when dealing with the Batman, you Joker. You too Carncane, for Robin is in the Hood.

What do you take me for? Do I resemble the Simpsons? No sir, I am from the Boondocks. I am a dark breed of the Addams Family, call me Wednesday you Anamaniacs! I am warning you two Yogi Bears, do not aggravate my inner Angela Anaconda to transform me into Optimus Prime, and Megatron your Decepticon selves into Droopy and Dripple.

Oh, yes! I am that Karate Girl, trained in mortal combat like the Kung Fu Panda or better yet, Hong Kong Fui. I am more lethal than Samurai Jack, and yet cool as the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, you Cow and Chicken! That is right! Just ask the Roadrunner how I Pink Panthered that Wile Coyote and acmed that Tasmanian devil into smithereens.

Want to know how I became a Power Puff Girl? I went in to the Dexter’s Laboratory, Blossomed my way with the help from Professor Utonium, who accidentally added chemical X into my already sweet concoction. Alas! My sister squad Bubbles and Buttercup were born. So, the Mayor called in Inspector Gadget, to request Victor and Hugo to escort us to Townsville, via the Mystery Machine, together with Shaggy and Scooby, driving us faster than Sonic the Hedgehog.

Yes, some say that I am more of a Popeye’s girl, somewhat more pure than Olive Oyl. I am tall and slim with my bohemian braids that make all the handsome gentlemen brawl over me. But when the spinach power comes to play, then it is the Sailor Man wins my heart and saves the day.

Even Wilma knows she has nothing on this beautiful Betty of Bedrock, just ask Fred Flinstones and Bunny Rubble too. None of these broads can outwit my Pinky and Brain, even if Sylvester and Tweety should pair up with that clever old Granny, to solve this old age mystery. Well, I thought I saw a pussycat!

So, if you Rug Rats think you can I Am Weasel into my life and Smurf me into a Shrek, then I will be forced to Rin Tintin on the Jetsons to send those space Minions my way, in order to find me an escape route to Hotel Transylvania. Afterall, I am the most infectual Top Cat but you can call me TC. I am the leader of the gang, with Chuch, Benny, and Brain as my best pals, always disturbing the peace, and playing cat and mouse with Officer Dibble.

Sometimes, I am that sunny-yellow Sponge Bob, who lives in a pineapple under the sea. My cashmaniac boss, Mr. Crabs can validate how my tasty krabby patties pull customers to the Krusty Krab. But that bourgeois wanna-be hater Squidward thinks that I am lame, yet he cannot play that stupid clarinet thorough enough, to save his melancholic Tentacles. Lucky for me, I am privileged to have Patrick and Sandy Sue on my corner, incase Plankton decides to concoct another one of his evil plans, to steal the magic krabby patty formula.

Nevertheless, I always Duck Dodger my way out of many an awkward Looney Tunes moment. For example, just like the cuckoo Penguins from Madagascar, those crazy Ed boys creep me out, especially with their foolish antics and their strange love for Jawbreakers. Let us face it, Eddy is wired, Edd is ingenious, and Ed is slow. How do these three Edwards manage to keep such a strange friendship? It is no wonder why Kevin and his gang cannot stand them.

Then in comes that odd couple, Eustace and Muriel, who happen to live in the middle of nowhere, a deserted town, together with their cowardly dog named Courage. Seriously, can someone please call the Ghostbusters, for there is something strange in that neighbourhood? There are creepy abnormal happenings everyday in the middle of nowhere, and Courage is the only one bold enough to fight the dark entities all by his lonesome. Poor dog.

Speaking of dogs, wake up Muttley, you are dreaming again! That snickering hound sure loves him some sleep. Nonetheless, tell him to stop giggling, for his master that Dick hates it. Also, let him know that the Flying Machines are about to hit the airwaves, thus he should join both Zilly and Clunk on their mundane mission to stop that pigeon.

Finally, we solve this Scooby Doo mystery. Where is Freddy, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby, to catch those mask-wearing villains of Crystal Cove? Jinkies!

That's All Folks!