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The sky is solid blue, dotted by perfectly puffy white clouds that look painted on the horizon. The ground is oddly flat and soil-free, though there are hills in the distance sprouting two-dimensional trees. Near your feet are clumps of an unidentifiable organic material (loam? moss?) and huge soft flowers of blue and orange. Its all so strangely serene
"GollyFreddie sure is enjoying our picnic!" declares the giant dragon sitting beside you. His body appears to be mostly heada gargantuan orange head with glassy eyes that bobble atop dark green bags. Hes naked except for his white cowboy boots and some sort of sash with a medal. And his voice kind of sounds like a mellow Jim Nabors. Whats going on here? you wonder.
Suddenly, a high-pitched cackle can be heard overhead, and a green-skinned witch comes buzzing down from the sky atop her jet-equipped broom. "Shes gonna zap us!" cries the rotund dragon as he scrambles to his feet. Terror erupts as everybodyincluding the two mute English bobbies who dont appear to have nosesruns for cover.
"Hide me, Jimmy!" begs a squeaky little voice. "Hide me!" You look down into the picnic basket andmy God!theres a golden flute in there with a mouth and eyes! And its crying for your help! Its Freddie, Freddie the magical flute youre beginning to remember now Jimmys some kid lost on this weird island
"DONT ANYONE TOUCH THE EVIL MUSHROOMS!" commands PufnstufH.R. Pufnstufbefore scuttling away, leaving you alone with that malevolently tittering witch. Witchiepoo is her name. And those two deformed officers were Kling and Klang. But wheres Dr. Blinky and Waxy? Ohhh, the head begins to spin, and
And you realize that this wasnt all simply a long-forgotten dream, but rather a Saturday morning TV show you grew up watching way back in the 70s. Filed deep within the recesses of memory, the shows characters have remained as barely-remembered figments of the imagination for most of your adult life. But now, suddenly, there they are on your TV set once again: the curious inhabitants of the psychedelic wonderland called Living Island, a.k.a. H.R. Pufnstuf. Through airings on cables TV Land and on VHS from Rhino Home Video, these strange creations have returned, greeted by a cultish fanbase of wistful adults and curious kids.
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