“Crambone”.

I grew up watching some of the best cartoons ever created.

There was Bugs Bunny and that whole crew, still cracks me up. The “Uranium Pu-36 Space Modulator”, “Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius”.

Then there are that slew of Tex Avery characters. Droopy dispatching every cannine nemesis in all ways imaginable. The Bear yelling ‘QUIET, CAN’T HAVE NOISE” followed by sprints to the hills to scream, howl, giggle and even burp. Then there is the wolf dog catcher, with the cat puppet.

I love those to this day.

But start spinning the old Tom and Jerry cartoons, and I am set for life.

Where else does a cowboy have a mouse roll a cig, suck it down in one draw and greet a young lady in words composed of smoke? Or have his glove play the guitar, while his arm wraps around her?

All out wars in basements. Golf course fiascos. Uncle Pecos looking for a whisker to restring his guitar. Traveling back in time to be the Mouseketeers. Tom’s cat friends seeing him lay in a cradle and saying “Ah, goo.” Tom’s foray into being a pianist and Jerry acting as conductor.

Has to be the originals, with the skull crushing smacks to the head, the screams and howls, the face meeting an anvil and flattening, hands swelling and searching for Jerry in the walls with a stethoscope.

Used to go to midnite shows featuring the Stooges when I was growing up. Would definitely skip bedtime to sit in a Marcus and watch Tom and Jerry until the wee hours of the morning.

“Crambone”.