By Liz Vitale
Don was pissed.
He had just clocked out for lunch and was headed for the vending machines; he had left his lunch behind at home, on the counter (why did he pick up his phone to check it right before he left? Distractions, damned distractions) and in its place he had been savoring chocolate Zingers. Specifically, the pack of three was on his mind; the sugar high from that delectable little team of chocolate soldiers would keep him alert until closing: Come on, men! We gotta keep this maggot awake! He’s zoning out on the job! MOVE IT MOVE IT MOVE IT!
But there were no Zingers.
He vaguely remembered the old “Zinger Zapper” commercial from the 70s, featuring the Peanuts characters and Snoopy stealing the kids’ treats, in a masked-and-caped disguise. He was barely six or seven then, sitting on the olive shag carpet of his parent’s living room, too close to the furniture-sized television set, when he first saw it.
The Zinger Zapper got your cakes, Donnie.
Some friends and I, including husband Steve and sister-in-mischief Beth and “adopted” kid Zach, got together to do some Jurassic costuming at Dragon Con a few years ago.
Jimmy made a great Mr. DNA you can see here, while he and Beth are lab techs. Steve and I are vets, Zach is a pink-shirted Jeep driver, and Merald is a park ranger.
I won’t go into the story of Millicent Patrick here, but it needs to be told. This blog tells it much better than I can.
That being said, I thought I would tell you about an interesting little illustration I noticed in an old monster book of mine:
I checked out this book dozens and dozens of times as a child from our library; I just couldn’t get enough of the fantastic illustrations, the far-reaching stories or the fact that it had a monster glossary in the back.
I re-posted this from my own Puppatoons.com puppetry blog.