Just to keep with the blasts from the past. Yesterday brought us A Man Called Flintstone. Today brings us another great movie, The Brave Little Toaster. I loved this movie when I was a kid, and it still holds up today, for the most part. The air conditioner's death scene is great. The toaster's worst nightmare is to be dropped in a tub. And, of course, the songs are terrific. That said, there is definitely something going on between the toaster and the blanket. It's not quite Peppermint Patty-Marcia, but it's certainly above the Chandler-Joey level. And why the purple lamp has a Cuban accent is beyond me.
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