What's crazier than a naked Santa Claus drunk on spiked egg nog telling little children of all ages that all of their toys went to hell? Why of course it's...Crazy Grandma Ichikawa Storytime!
Crazy Grandma and Lazy Grandpa visited us while the kids were watching television. We still have the kids watch 25 minutes of television in the morning and the afternoon. And since we don't know what will or will not scare the kids, we have them watch the four shows we know they are not afraid of: Sid the Science Guy, Blue's Clues, Sesame Street, and Dexter (How about that John Lithgow?).
Crazy Grandma told Lisa how I used to love to watch television as a child.
"Oh! Scotty watch so many cartoon when he was growing up," recalled Crazy Grandma. "He used to watch Tom and Jerry, Mickey Mouse, Bugs Bunny, and Yippy Skippy Doo."
Yippy Skippy Doo? What the hell is Yippy Skippy Doo?
"Don't you mean, Scooby Doo?" I told my mom.
"No, no, no!" said Crazy Grandma with a little more anger that was necessary. "I know Scooby Doo. Not Scooby Doo. Yippy Skippy Doo. You used to watch all the time. Don't you know Yippy Skippy Doo?"
"There's no cartoon called Yippy Skippy Doo," I lamented.
So Crazy Grandma thought about it and started to give us hints of this Yippy Skippy Doo show.
"Dere were bones."
No idea.
"Fat guy."
Nope.
"Fat guy and bones."
The combination of fat guy and bones did nothing.
"You know. Dere was fat guy and bones and he would shout, 'Yippy Skippy Doo.'"
I asked my mom if she was talking about...The Flintstones.
"Yah yah. Dah Flintstones." And then my mom attempted an awful Fred Flintstone impersonation, "Yippy Skippy Doooo!"
So to end this blog entry, I will quote the infamous Snagglepuss by saying, "Exit, stage left!" Or as Crazy Grandma would say, "Eight tits aged limped!"
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