
All I wanted to do on the Jetsons was design character models, but Bill and Joe sent me to Taipei to train a crew of Chinese (Taiwanese) assistant animators to do layouts.



...Names like Ronald, Oscar and Bin. There were about 9 in the crew, but I can't remember each western name today. These 3 were all very good cartoonists. Years later I hired Bin and some of the guys to animate some of my Bjork video.

I would screen old cartoons and 3 Stooges shorts every Friday night in the cafeteria and everyone would come in and laugh their butts off. They couldn't believe how magical the animation and timing was in the old days and would ask me later to explain what happened to American entertainment. Why wasn't it good anymore? There was even a crew of Japanese artists working on some Anime show and they loved the old cartoons. They really went nuts for the 3 Stooges. They would all imitate Curley's laughs and woo woos. No one understood the words in any of the shorts, but the visual humor and storytelling was so strong in the 30s, 40s and 50s that everyone could understand most of what was happening.

The Chinese artists had funny habits. They used to chew on this sick smelly gooey stuff and it would rot their teeth. They would burp and fart during the pitches and not even blink an eye. These were stinky burps and farts too, believe me. No wimpy western gasses there.

When I would hand out a section to one of the artists, all the other artists' heads would pop up behind their desks to peer in on the pitch. I would sketch stuff out, play the cassette recording of the voices and then jump around and manhandle the cartoonists, while acting out the scene. Then the translator would have to repeat what I just said in Chinese to the artist. He would do it with a completely straight face and the artist would always look confused, then make me act it out all over again and all the heads would pop up again and bop up and down to a chorus of burps, giggles and farts.

The crew at Hanna Barbera in California would see this stuff coming back and flip out over what a deranged radical I was. Bill loved the stuff though, and used to call me all the time to tell me how lively he shows looked compared to the garbage they were producing stateside. He would put artists at HB on the phone with me and make me tell them how to make their stuff look better, while he yelled at them.
Bill came to visit a couple times too and that was great fun. He would sing and tell jokes. I would remind him of all his old cartoons and how much I liked them and he would get all sentimental and cry.
Typical 80s cartoons I worked on before the Jetsons:
You can see why what I was doing was considered "wild" back then - and why I was desperate to work on something even mildly cartoony. Yeesh