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Cappy’s Random Rant
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Might as well recall my favorite bit of Disney absurdity. I am an absolute fantard for classic Disney animation. You know, their indie stuff…before they “sold-out” and went all “mainstream”. What, these jokes not translating well to text? I love the mastery of animation that people were able to do with a pencil and a protractor. I also squeal with delight when I stumble upon Disney short cartoons. The House Of Mouse, conversely (that means opposite!), should make the ghost of Walt wiz malt vinegar.

One of my favorite short cartoons happens to be the most politically incorrect. As if God Himself selected it for my viewing, I saw this clip in the Disney Hotel during one of my family’s trips to Disney Land. It stars Donald Duck and his never-really-discussed-what-side-of-the-family-they’re-from nephews. The nephews decide to buy their Uncle some cigars from the store, as a birthday present. One may want to ask how is it that minors are allowed to buy cigars from a store—
BUT NO!
YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND DO NOT QUESTION THE MAGIC THIS SETS UP.

Donald, absolute batcase and paranoid the world is out to get him, is angrily staring out his window with pervert-quality binoculars. Thinking that the boys have been too quiet to not be plotting anything, he spies into their tree house.
And lo!
Donald sees the nephews laughing and holding up the cigars. Donald’s eyes glow with that classic murderous rage we all know and love but for an instant—only to be replaced with that devilish grin only the most sadistic of brains could synapse.

One of the youths closes the lid to the stogies and chirps “I bet Uncle Donald will love his birfday pres—“ and Donald bursts from the trap door like Jason from Crystal Lake in the Friday The Thirteenth movies.
“YOU BOYS WANNA BE MEN AND SMOKE EH?!?!”
The nephews’ pupils constrict as their instinctive fight-or-flight mechanism kicks in. The shades are pulled down and thick smoke billows from the cracks in the wooden tomb.
Kids are seen trying to literally jump out of the two-story window, and Donald yanks them back in, cackling like the effing devil.

Carcinogens clear, green faced innocents are unconscious on the floor. Feeling quite confident that he somehow imposed a life lesson by terrorizing people, Donald picks up the empty box to throw it away. A little piece of paper flitters to the ground. He picks it up, only to read “To the world’s best Uncle Donald, We love you!” Overcome with grief, Donald wails “Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no…”

That ends the best cartoon ever.

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Cappy’s Rockin’ Rendition
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Back to watercolorin’. I’ve heard about the Disney horror stories, how even Congress had to bend to Disney’s whim over their vague interpretation of people’s intellectual property. So before they send their crack team of lawyers after me (whom I assume constitutes Jesus, Buddha, and Christopher Walken), I hope they realize I like Disney and should not try to have this removed and then kill my cat before my eyes.

I was inspired to draw this right after watching a commercial for the Jungle Book DVD. Didn’t I see a commercial some odd years ago threatening they were gonna lock it up in the Disney Vault forever in a couple weeks, so you NEEDED to purchase it now! Indeed, almost every movie that’s ever been put in the Vault gets pulled out at some point, which led me to wonder what’s the point of the Disney Vault if people disavow its “do not touch” policy? How do you get away with saying something will be gone forever, and then bring it back in two years?
I think they were inspired by Cher’s fifty farewell tours.

Also, I think it’s important for artists to point out if they used references. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve told someone, “I think you show some great original talent with your character designs, they come off very professional!” only to hear “Thanks but I traced one of my many yaoi mangas LOL!!!!!”
Strike that. The first rule is to never tell people you have gay porno in your room. The second rule is to mention you used a reference so that all people get due credit. I typed ‘disney goofy’ and ‘disney minnie’ into Google Images, and with my virus-plagued comp, only looked at the first page of thumbnails. This could have made a great portfolio piece to send Disney…if I hadn’t just made them my enemy.

Random note: I applied the Disney ‘i' swivel dot signature to add some ambiance to my work. Am I the only one who thought the swivel looked like a bird skull?
-The “It’s Goofy Time!!” Cappy

For the copycats: Micron Pigma pen 03 (linework), discontinued Crayola Educational watercolors.

Description
====================
Cappy’s Random Rant
====================
Might as well recall my favorite bit of Disney absurdity. I am an absolute fantard for classic Disney animation. You know, their indie stuff…before they “sold-out” and went all “mainstream”. What, these jokes not translating well to text? I love the mastery of animation that people were able to do with a pencil and a protractor. I also squeal with delight when I stumble upon Disney short cartoons. The House Of Mouse, conversely (that means opposite!), should make the ghost of Walt wiz malt vinegar.

One of my favorite short cartoons happens to be the most politically incorrect. As if God Himself selected it for my viewing, I saw this clip in the Disney Hotel during one of my family’s trips to Disney Land. It stars Donald Duck and his never-really-discussed-what-side-of-the-family-they’re-from nephews. The nephews decide to buy their Uncle some cigars from the store, as a birthday present. One may want to ask how is it that minors are allowed to buy cigars from a store—
BUT NO!
YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND DO NOT QUESTION THE MAGIC THIS SETS UP.

Donald, absolute batcase and paranoid the world is out to get him, is angrily staring out his window with pervert-quality binoculars. Thinking that the boys have been too quiet to not be plotting anything, he spies into their tree house.
And lo!
Donald sees the nephews laughing and holding up the cigars. Donald’s eyes glow with that classic murderous rage we all know and love but for an instant—only to be replaced with that devilish grin only the most sadistic of brains could synapse.

One of the youths closes the lid to the stogies and chirps “I bet Uncle Donald will love his birfday pres—“ and Donald bursts from the trap door like Jason from Crystal Lake in the Friday The Thirteenth movies.
“YOU BOYS WANNA BE MEN AND SMOKE EH?!?!”
The nephews’ pupils constrict as their instinctive fight-or-flight mechanism kicks in. The shades are pulled down and thick smoke billows from the cracks in the wooden tomb.
Kids are seen trying to literally jump out of the two-story window, and Donald yanks them back in, cackling like the effing devil.

Carcinogens clear, green faced innocents are unconscious on the floor. Feeling quite confident that he somehow imposed a life lesson by terrorizing people, Donald picks up the empty box to throw it away. A little piece of paper flitters to the ground. He picks it up, only to read “To the world’s best Uncle Donald, We love you!” Overcome with grief, Donald wails “Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no…”

That ends the best cartoon ever.

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Cappy’s Rockin’ Rendition
====================
Back to watercolorin’. I’ve heard about the Disney horror stories, how even Congress had to bend to Disney’s whim over their vague interpretation of people’s intellectual property. So before they send their crack team of lawyers after me (whom I assume constitutes Jesus, Buddha, and Christopher Walken), I hope they realize I like Disney and should not try to have this removed and then kill my cat before my eyes.

I was inspired to draw this right after watching a commercial for the Jungle Book DVD. Didn’t I see a commercial some odd years ago threatening they were gonna lock it up in the Disney Vault forever in a couple weeks, so you NEEDED to purchase it now! Indeed, almost every movie that’s ever been put in the Vault gets pulled out at some point, which led me to wonder what’s the point of the Disney Vault if people disavow its “do not touch” policy? How do you get away with saying something will be gone forever, and then bring it back in two years?
I think they were inspired by Cher’s fifty farewell tours.

Also, I think it’s important for artists to point out if they used references. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve told someone, “I think you show some great original talent with your character designs, they come off very professional!” only to hear “Thanks but I traced one of my many yaoi mangas LOL!!!!!”
Strike that. The first rule is to never tell people you have gay porno in your room. The second rule is to mention you used a reference so that all people get due credit. I typed ‘disney goofy’ and ‘disney minnie’ into Google Images, and with my virus-plagued comp, only looked at the first page of thumbnails. This could have made a great portfolio piece to send Disney…if I hadn’t just made them my enemy.

Random note: I applied the Disney ‘i' swivel dot signature to add some ambiance to my work. Am I the only one who thought the swivel looked like a bird skull?
-The “It’s Goofy Time!!” Cappy

For the copycats: Micron Pigma pen 03 (linework), discontinued Crayola Educational watercolors.