Who remembers "Dinosaurs," that show on ABC that was kind of a rip-off of the Flintstones but still had the guts to blow up little kids on science shows? ("We're going to need another Timmy.")
Yeah, that's right. Now who remembers how it ended? Here, from the vault, are the final scenes of the show:
I can't imagine a more depressing end to a TV show. Imagine the writers' room. "We'll have Earl screw up and cause nuclear winter. And they'll go into an ice age. And we'll have a shot of all of them in the living room, right? And they'll all be covered in blankets and freezing to death. And the baby will ask what's going to happen to them in a low, scared voice. And nobody will know what to say to him. And then we'll pan out and it's snowing over everything. And then Dino Rather does the most ominous sign-off ever. Isn't that the way we should end this kid's show with dino puppets? Who wants more scotch?"
I mean, I understand the desire to send a message about global warming and the environment and everything. But if this is devastating now, how would it look like to a little kid? Damn near apocalyptic, that's for sure.
And are kids' shows the best venue for these sort of messages? What if Urkel had a brain tumor? Or Uncle Phil developed alcoholism? Or Jessie Spano became a junkie?
OK. Never mind.
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