I was a child raised by TV. My best friends growing up were Tommy Pickles, Arthur Fonzarelli, Stick Stickly, Kevin Arnold, and an insecure kid named Doug Funnie (also Jeff Popp and Cassidy Childs).
There were episodes and adventures that I remember very well from my friends. Mainly, because they were exciting and larger-than-life. I remember when Fonzie jumped his shark. I remember when Tommy went through a nudist phase, and I remember duct-taping Jeff to a tree. There is one instance that, for no reason at all, has had some weird effect on me. That’s when Doug had to sell Booster Bars for his scout troop.
Doug was a Bluffscout, and every year to raise money they had to sell infamous Booster Bars. The ones that taste like cement. The whole episode Doug struggles to sell these things. Eventually, Roger convinces him to lie and give people a fake sample of a fancy foreign chocolate bar.
This has had a profound impact on me. Again, I have no idea why. It’s like when my brother told me when I was 5 that he liked the smell of his farts better in the shower than in the tub. I think about that every single time I take a shower (so about once or twice a month).
Doug’s adventure ends when he tries to lie to Mr. Swirly. A candy tycoon revered for his delicious treats. Doug admits his wrongdoing and has Swirly try the real candy. This is the point at which Swirly says a line that is cemented (pun intended) into my mind, “Who makes this junk?” Mr. Swirly checks the wrapper and sees his logo and screams, “I make this junk!”
Swirly rushes Doug to the factory, directly where Booster Bars are made. Somehow, for some unspecified reason, a cement truck is emptying its contents directly into the chocolate mix.
I don’t want to fight the logic behind a kid’s cartoon. The fact that this makes very little sense is alright. The thing that bugs me tho, is why this had such a lasting impression on me.
My brother’s farts made a bit more sense. First off, it was weird and kind of gross. Second, after some Sherlock Holmes work I discovered that farts do indeed smell different in the tub than in the shower (better or worse is of course based on preference).
Why did a random episode of a show strike some chord within me? Why am I not 100% sure how to spell my Grandmother’s maiden name, yet I know my brother likes shower farts and that Booster Bars taste like cement?
I guess, I can’t dwell too much on obscure memories from the past. We all have those little oddities we remember for no significant reason. I just wish mine didn’t involve inferior chocolate and farts.