Post by fork on Mar 7, 2005 3:32:40 GMT -5
In Hollywood 1955 just across the street of the Screamin Demon Cartoon Studio is a little Hollywood night club called The Sketch Pad.
Many of the cartoon doodles who are having a 'slow time' getting back into pictures find a temporary home here.
A fat black and white spider named Clyde in a cummerbund, who normally would be playing the villain, here he plays the bartender.
His many white gloved hands enable him to serve many patrons at once, although no one has ever seen him get anyone’s order right exactly and spills are common.
Clyde’s fingers become entangled as he tries to mix a martini for an impatient human customer.
Most humans come for the atmosphere and entertainment and not for the service. What can be expected when your waiters are penguins?
Some humans come to find clarity. Because everything is a caricature of real folks they might know, an exaggeration and a mockery. So many humans use it to more easily see who they are. Intellectuals perceive it as a way to view the culture honestly and clearly.
Safety is another consideration if you're a normal person entering this atmosphere. A gorilla in a bowtie and a mad scientist with a huge egg shaped head are playing darts.
The scientist pulls a libratory out from behind his back and calculates a precise shot that travels in loop-de-loops and just before it is able to hit its bulls-eye, the target jumps away in panic and runs bounding over peoples heads.
The Gorilla snorts and grabs a fistful of darts and hurls them across the room pinning a screwy squirrel who was seconds away from giving a caped crusader a hotfoot.
Cannons go off, pies fly and there’s never a chandelier without something swinging on it.
The place has a kind of controlled chaos, controlled because no matter how many characters walk up walls or row a boat across the floor; none of the senseless slapstick is without its own brand of order, a sense of comedic timing that makes it almost belong there.
When it comes to the stage shows, the audience always has the toughest hecklers and the shortest attention span. Most shows end unexpectedly: "Tiki, God of Fire" nearly burned the place down, Fuzzy Bunny had the stuffing chain sawed out of him when he tried his sing along "Snuggle time with Fuzzy" Even brave human comedians come onstage to test their mettle at The SketchPad.
However, the crowd goes silent (even the hyenas) when they hear the cigar smoking hobo on the mic announce
"Ladies and Gentlemen, whatevers aaand whatnots, the SketchPad is proud to present: from Vavalazoom, Bopeeped, Calamity Jane and Riding Hoods Goods, she’s made of ink and paint and her voice will make you faint...Suzy Symphony
The room dims, a black crow with shades plays a sensual saxophone and one absurdly tapered leg uncurls out from between the curtains. Suzie's sweet melodious voice rings out
"Those art boys had work to dooooo, hand them the paint and gluuuue...perfect isn’t easy....but....its....MeeEee"
Suzie throws the curtains aside with a gleeful smile and reveals her cartoon self. A body of ridiculous curves starts the audience howling (especially the wolves, one of them in the front row blows his brains out)
"When one knoooows the wooorld is watch-ing, *sigh* one does what one MUST!"
She struts out onto center stage, the spotlight flows over her rounded forms in a glittering pink dress and her blond hair that goes into a series of stylized curls at her shoulders. She thrusts out her big expressive hip that tapers to impossibly small width at the waist emitting a gunshot sound. A pear shaped man flys off his seat as if the hip murdered him. She does the finger-lick sizzling hip thing complete with puff of smoke.
"Just some minor ad-just-ments daarliing. NOT for my vanity....but for humaaaanity."
She adjusts her comically large bosom which rebounds with a heavy base drum in perfect time with the music
"Each little step, a pooose. Those art boys worked haaard...it shoows. Oh, soomtimes it’s too much...eeee-veen for meeeEEee"
She steps down from the stage and her rhythmical hands cradle a dog’s face that soon melts into slime. She rolls her eyes and passes to tease another character.
"But oh my, when the wooorld says OH YES then who am I to saaay noooo?"
Her oversized cupidbow lips blow flying kisses to patrons who scramble over eachother to catch them. Suzy appears to have no nose at all but has big almond shaped eyes with purple eyelids and huge swaying lashes. Her face is reminiscent of the pinups painted on bomber airplanes during this era.
"And ah ah oooh! So classic and classy, springy and sassy... unraveled unruffled, I am beauty UNLEASHED! ...YEAH!"
She sashays back up stage and smoothes her hands over her ridiculous figure
"You wolfies may covet me as princess of paint but you're baaarkin' up the wrong treeEee... Oh! You pretty pups all ooover the cit-y, I have your hearts and you have my pit-y, pretty is nice but, eh.... it's just prett-y.
Peerfect isnt eaaasy....but....it's....meeeeeeeEEeeee"
With a low bow, twirling her hand from her forehead, she disappears back behind the curtain. The audience erupts with applause.
Many of the cartoon doodles who are having a 'slow time' getting back into pictures find a temporary home here.
A fat black and white spider named Clyde in a cummerbund, who normally would be playing the villain, here he plays the bartender.
His many white gloved hands enable him to serve many patrons at once, although no one has ever seen him get anyone’s order right exactly and spills are common.
Clyde’s fingers become entangled as he tries to mix a martini for an impatient human customer.
Most humans come for the atmosphere and entertainment and not for the service. What can be expected when your waiters are penguins?
Some humans come to find clarity. Because everything is a caricature of real folks they might know, an exaggeration and a mockery. So many humans use it to more easily see who they are. Intellectuals perceive it as a way to view the culture honestly and clearly.
Safety is another consideration if you're a normal person entering this atmosphere. A gorilla in a bowtie and a mad scientist with a huge egg shaped head are playing darts.
The scientist pulls a libratory out from behind his back and calculates a precise shot that travels in loop-de-loops and just before it is able to hit its bulls-eye, the target jumps away in panic and runs bounding over peoples heads.
The Gorilla snorts and grabs a fistful of darts and hurls them across the room pinning a screwy squirrel who was seconds away from giving a caped crusader a hotfoot.
Cannons go off, pies fly and there’s never a chandelier without something swinging on it.
The place has a kind of controlled chaos, controlled because no matter how many characters walk up walls or row a boat across the floor; none of the senseless slapstick is without its own brand of order, a sense of comedic timing that makes it almost belong there.
When it comes to the stage shows, the audience always has the toughest hecklers and the shortest attention span. Most shows end unexpectedly: "Tiki, God of Fire" nearly burned the place down, Fuzzy Bunny had the stuffing chain sawed out of him when he tried his sing along "Snuggle time with Fuzzy" Even brave human comedians come onstage to test their mettle at The SketchPad.
However, the crowd goes silent (even the hyenas) when they hear the cigar smoking hobo on the mic announce
"Ladies and Gentlemen, whatevers aaand whatnots, the SketchPad is proud to present: from Vavalazoom, Bopeeped, Calamity Jane and Riding Hoods Goods, she’s made of ink and paint and her voice will make you faint...Suzy Symphony
The room dims, a black crow with shades plays a sensual saxophone and one absurdly tapered leg uncurls out from between the curtains. Suzie's sweet melodious voice rings out
"Those art boys had work to dooooo, hand them the paint and gluuuue...perfect isn’t easy....but....its....MeeEee"
Suzie throws the curtains aside with a gleeful smile and reveals her cartoon self. A body of ridiculous curves starts the audience howling (especially the wolves, one of them in the front row blows his brains out)
"When one knoooows the wooorld is watch-ing, *sigh* one does what one MUST!"
She struts out onto center stage, the spotlight flows over her rounded forms in a glittering pink dress and her blond hair that goes into a series of stylized curls at her shoulders. She thrusts out her big expressive hip that tapers to impossibly small width at the waist emitting a gunshot sound. A pear shaped man flys off his seat as if the hip murdered him. She does the finger-lick sizzling hip thing complete with puff of smoke.
"Just some minor ad-just-ments daarliing. NOT for my vanity....but for humaaaanity."
She adjusts her comically large bosom which rebounds with a heavy base drum in perfect time with the music
"Each little step, a pooose. Those art boys worked haaard...it shoows. Oh, soomtimes it’s too much...eeee-veen for meeeEEee"
She steps down from the stage and her rhythmical hands cradle a dog’s face that soon melts into slime. She rolls her eyes and passes to tease another character.
"But oh my, when the wooorld says OH YES then who am I to saaay noooo?"
Her oversized cupidbow lips blow flying kisses to patrons who scramble over eachother to catch them. Suzy appears to have no nose at all but has big almond shaped eyes with purple eyelids and huge swaying lashes. Her face is reminiscent of the pinups painted on bomber airplanes during this era.
"And ah ah oooh! So classic and classy, springy and sassy... unraveled unruffled, I am beauty UNLEASHED! ...YEAH!"
She sashays back up stage and smoothes her hands over her ridiculous figure
"You wolfies may covet me as princess of paint but you're baaarkin' up the wrong treeEee... Oh! You pretty pups all ooover the cit-y, I have your hearts and you have my pit-y, pretty is nice but, eh.... it's just prett-y.
Peerfect isnt eaaasy....but....it's....meeeeeeeEEeeee"
With a low bow, twirling her hand from her forehead, she disappears back behind the curtain. The audience erupts with applause.