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[apocalypsos]

I really need to put "Grandma rode a Harley" on that icon, just 'cause.

Run, don't walk, to the nearest theater. Screw that ... learn how to teleport. 'Cause, dude, the grandmother ... I can't decide who's my favorite animated character this year anymore, the grandmother or Dory.

I mean, seriously, what a great, sweet character. This poor roly-poly kid loses his parents, and all Grandma wants is for him to be happy. She shows him the piano ... nothing. Gets him a puppy ... he's still sad. Buys him a train set ... again, a big nothing. But then she's cleaning his room and finds a multitude of photos of bicyclers. The little boy comes home, and there's a tricycle in the front room. And there's a true gasp of excitement out of him.

Fast forward, and the roly-poly little boy is now a wiry guy with thighs the size of Volkswagens training for the Tour de France, and there's Grandma, riding right behind him on that old tricycle as she toots her whistle. When he goes fast, she hooks onto his bike with her umbrella and trails behind. When they get home, she gives him a makeshift massage with an egg beater and the vacuum cleaner. When he falls asleep in the middle of riding the bike that turns the record player, she carries him up three flights of stairs to bed. But things go entirely off track when he disappears in the middle of the Tour de France.

I love Grandma, I do. She may be old, and her eyes may go funny, and one leg may be shorter than the other one, but you mess with her boy and she'll kick your ass.

And Bruno the dog? Is beyond adorable.

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[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Dude, now I feel lame for writing it off the other night because it was too short and seemed to light as fare. I suck! But I've been raving about the kickin' Jazz music and old skool animation to everyone who'll listen and will definitely check it out as soon as possible. Thanks for the heads up.