I don’t know where I come up with these things. My mind all of a sudden gets triggered by something someone has said, or done, or it just get’s board and reverts back to my youth.
For whatever the reason, the show H.R. Pufnstuf slammed into my brain and it brought back a show from my childhood.
Back in the day (circa 1960s) there were some great Saturday morning shows on, one of which was a quirky one that involved a shipwrecked boy (Jimmy) who has a magical flute.
Gonna stop right there because I loved that flute. To me, it was the whole plot to the storyline. It even had a name: Freddy.
And it was “alive”. I mean, it could talk. And think. And make music.
Talk about talent!
OK, so Jimmy and Freddy somehow are able to take a boat ride to an island where everything is alive: talking trees, singing frogs… even the houses, candles and clocks were right up there on the evolutionary scale.
Oh, and the Mayor of this magical island was a psychedelic dragon (that would be Pufnstuf for those not as old as dirt like I am).
But the plot thickens (it always does): there is an evil witch that wants the magical flute. My kids will be familiar with this name: Wilhemina W. Witchiepoo, or more affectionately known simply as Witchiepoo.
She had some great sidekicks: Orson Vulture, Seymour Spider and (my favorite) Stupid Bat.
Sid and Mary Krofft must have been on the best acid trip of their lives when they thought up this show! But to us kids, it was just another wonderful adventure that we would have all loved to take (minus Witchiepoo, because that would have put a total bummer of being around living mushrooms, trees and books).
And let’s not forget about the Vroom Broom. I would totally take one of those.
It sure beats the one I ride now.
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