With the onset of the Pumpkin Spice Life season upon us, we can just picture the following Hanna-Barberian scenarios:
1) In some Wisconsin Dells fudge shop:
CRAZY CLAWS, handing the clerk a list of names and addresses: Send all these characters on this list a pound each of Pumpkin Spice Fudge, the best you have.
FUDGE SHOP CLERK, dumbstruck: And I wonder if we can actually handle such a load, to begin with!
CRAZY CLAWS: At any rate, do the best you can, and make sure you include a card with all such boxes in this order proclaiming "Greetings from Wisconsin Dells--where else?"
2) As Scooby-Doo and crew are in the middle of a difficult case:
VELMA DINKLEY, goading Scooby-Doo into action: How about a few Scooby Snax?
VELMA DINKLEY: Pumpkin Spice Scooby Snax, to be exact?
SCOOBY-DOO, with some excitement: Rumpkin Rice Rooby Rax?
[Velma tosses a few of the aforementioned into Scooby's mouth with precision rivalled only by the Swiss, with some serious action ensuing]
3) Early evening at Huckleberry Hound's house, fixing up some instant pumpkin spice cappuccino for Clementine and he:
CLEMENTINE, beaming with some excitement: I can't believe we're into the Pumpkin Spice Life season again, Huckleberry ...
HUCKLEBERRY HOUND: I do admit as much, Clementine.
CLEMENTINE: And to think it coincides with fall colours just starting up again ... so if we do a fall-colour drive sometime, Huck, how about a Thermos of pumpkin-spice cappuccino for the road?
HUCKLEBERRY HOUND: Anything for you, Clementine. And who isn't as deserving?
4) At a campground in Jellystone Park attracting the fall-colour crowd. Yogi smells some cinnamon rolls coming out of a camper's oven when--
BOO-BOO, as ever annoyed: You know what the ranger keeps saying, Yogi--!!
YOGI BEAR, knowing where his foci is bound to be: I just can't resist the smell of cinnamon rolls with a hint of the old pumpkin spice in the bargain!!
RANGER SMITH, intercepting the endeavour oh so suddenly: And what bear would actually stand being deprived such a sensation as cinnamon rolls, pumpkin pie spice or no? Besides, bears are NOT supposed to be near human picnic or camping areas, to begin with!!
BOO-BOO: It was bound to come to that one of these days ...
5) At a roadside diner somewhere close to Trolltown (thankfully, not Grubb's Diner), close to dawn and with the colours starting to turn:
PIXLEE TROLLSOM, who's with some close Troll friends this morning: I see you've got some cinnamon rolls "with a hint of pumpkin spice added"--could I have one, please?
A TROLL GIRLFRIEND: Could I have one too?
[At least a couple others in Pixlee's party order likewise]
A TROLL WAITRESS, inevitably chewing on and popping bubble gum in spite of rules against the practice: And would you prefer some pumpkin spice trollpucchino to go with those cinnamon and pumpkin spice rolls?
PIXLEE TROLLSOM: I think we'll just have regular trollffee.
A TROLL WAITRESS: I won't hold it against you, ma'am, but believe you me, this IS the Pumpkin Spice Life season--even among us Trolls!
[Giggling all around]
6) In the motorhome of the Hair Bear Bunch, somewhere "out on the road," some weekend morning seeing fog and crisp, cool weather in the process:
SQUARE BEAR, dumbfounded as usual over a receipt for cinnamon rolls: Uh, Hair--how much of this Pumpkin Pie Spice should I add to the cinnamon mixture?
HAIR BEAR: Personally, I'd prefer replacing, say, a teaspoon of the cinnamon with the pumpkin pie spice to make the cinnamon rolls a little more in keeping with the current Pumpkin Spice Life mindset!
SQUARE BEAR: Thanks, Hair! [Aside] I just hope it doesn't quite ruin the whole ... and you know how Hair gets when all is said and done!
7) Some Hollywood donut-and-coffee place, the sort of early Southern California morning characterised by the inevitable marine layer and drizzly appearence:
TOP CAT, ordering for the crew: Three bakers' dozen of your pumpkin spice donuts, frosted accordingly, and a pot of your best coffee!
A WAITRESS: Let's see, that's 39 of the pumpkin-spice donuts and coffee; is that for here?
TOP CAT: You had better believe it! My clowder is here to make an obvious celebration of the Pumpkin Spice Life making its presence known again, as if you didn't know!
BENNY THE BALL, interjecting: Uh, TC, why three bakers' dozen?
TOP CAT, mildly frustrated at these episodes of Benny's: Benny, believe you me, this is pretty much the MO in these circumstances, and believe you me, you guys are in for a TREAT rather than a TREATMENT, to paraphrase the Old Gold Cigarettes ads back in the day! Now get back to the table, if you would, please!
BENNY THE BALL: Sure thing, TC!
TOP CAT, somewhat as an aside: Sheesh--this Pumpkin Spice Life season comes at you like the Sour Grapes Girls trying to challenge The Banana Splits to another absurd stunt! Or The Great Grape Ape suddenly coming out of nowhere!
THE GREAT GRAPE APE, emboldened: Did someone mention my name just now? Grape Ape! Grape Ape!
[Whereupon TC goes into facepalm mode, expressing disbelief over that those words just translated into]
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