What is it about Terrytoons?

The cartoons were low budget for the time and hastily done, yet I still have an extreme fondness for them. There are many cartoons from the same that had obviously higher production values, but not all of them had such quirky lovable characters.

Latest Fontanelli Discoveries

Mike is the Magellan of toy discoveries.

Favorite Off Model Friends

Here's Mickey with his hunk of cheese that he is never without.
Fred with a glandular condition.
Yogi to blow on - with hole.
Swedish gay porn Donald.
Yogi in his Sailor's hat and Mickey Mouse overalls and sexy bare chest.
Dino with eye pimples covered with primeval ooze.
Fred and his bitches.

Wilma's Dad is Gumby.
Popeye lets his hair grow out and dumps Olive for a normal looking girl.

Donald with jaundice and a wounded bleeding hat.
Donald with water on the brain. I use this one for toy drawing classes because it is so useful.
Here's what Donald looked like when he was yanked prematurely from the warmth and security of his yolk.

Fred with a piece of Barney's nose stuck to his club.

Here's the Rest

The Flintstones have been glued to their outhouse.
This is the stone age punishment for adultery
7 generations of descendants assume the gilt of their progenitors.

Mystery Solved

After you're done shooting extinct animals in the uvula, you can practice smoking to prepare you for growing up.

Mystery Toy

Some Junk To To Tide Things Over

Mike's Thrills

Carmine Wins

It's HIM

It's the zombie from the primeval algae swamp.
Made of loosely compacted ooze, he emits carbon dioxide from his staring false eyes, hypnotizing his prey into a state of benumbed flaccid torpor.
The Nightmare From Before Time then sheds his waxy membrane and spews out its hellish living contents. The gleaming poisonous mass engulphs his victim, stinging every nerve ending with tiny dancing pseudopods. IT consumes the liquified remains of what once had form, feelings and family.

After absorbing the rich nutrients of the prey's tender pain receptors, it reverse vomits its wretched pulsing mass back into its husk and reorganizes the misshapen membrane into another awful perversion of vaguely humanoid contour.
...and the Hellish masquerade repeats...without mind...without soul...with only a vulgar and voracious hunger for meat that knows pain...