Fractured Fairy Tales

. . . raise more questions than the number of answers which they provide. Take SWEET LITTLE BEAT, for instance. First off, isn't the ground vegetable spelled "beet?" Secondly, are beets REALLY that little? I may not have grown up on a farm, but it's my understanding that beets fall in between cranberries and watermelons, size-wise. Some beets are bigger than some potatoes or rutabagas. Then you have the question of sugar beets and red beets. Which variety is larger? Don't ask me; I'm not a vegetable planter. And do Sweet Little Beat's older sisters have REAL names? Maybe there's someone somewhere on the planet actually named "Prune Ella." But "Grin Messed Up"?! Give me a break!

These multi-verse versions of common fairy tales with diabolical subterfuge are really made for the adults that watched along with their children. The irreplaceable Narration by Edward Everett Horton completes the signature coat of varnish. At the Top of the list of all cartoon series ever seen by me. The music prepared you for what was about to unfold. Each story leaves you in a strange state of glad gratitude that the villainous got their due. The concept of this was genius. All the creative minds that were involved with this should be praised. The artwork and animation express the alternate nature of the stories. These are collectors quality.

Just gotta have something that a younger generation could REALLY ENJOY !!

. . . included within this television program is SLEEPING BEAUTY. My great grand parents have told me seemingly tall tales around how the early outlook for D. Land and D. World was originally pretty benign, lacking a focus upon driving families into the dumpster fires of bankruptcy within the sappiest place on Earth. However, after an already mercenary W, got of glimpse of the family fortune gathering possibilities explored in the Fractured BEAUTY, he totally revamped his original roadside attraction in California to maximize profits at the expense of family folk everywhere. Driven by a ubiquitous ad campaign fiendishly crafted to mesmerize the Youth of America, W. Filched The Bullwinkle's Show idea, racing his gold bullion-laden dump trucks all the way to the banks he began buying.