Let me set you straight on something. I did not like the sappy film All Dogs Go To Heaven, boring enough Bluth kiddie-fare with a creepy and sad child-star-murdered angle to boot. So you can imagine how much less I like the television series, with its second-rate animation, insulting gender roles, and flaccid let’s-get-along-together episodic morality plays (think: an Afterschool Special with less brains).
Other, smaller, members of the family feel differently. Both children watch the show on Netflix now and then, but my son Nels in particular is – shall we say, obsessed. It isn’t so much that he clamors to watch the show constantly – he doesn’t, often having other things that occupy his mind and consume his efforts. But watch the show he will, episode after episode if we let him, his eyes shining and his face in an angelic, blissed-out smile. The show is pure gold in the mind of my youngest child.
There is a small sub-genre of obsession in my son’s fascination with this cartoon. A few weeks ago as he and I drifted off to sleep I was telling him a story about the lovely morning we’d have the next day. His body grew limp and his breath regular as I told him I’d get up, and make coffee, and turn the heat up, and bake biscuits, and when he awoke I’d get out a board game and we’d play on the floor together, and snuggle…
Then something changed. Under the covers next to me his little body went rigid and he launched into a treatise on Kibbleland. It was a board game of sorts – hence the reminder I had unwittingly unleashed. The game heralded from this doggie cartoon and involved some kind of supernatural whirlpool. It clearly terrified and fascinated my son all at once. And even though only seconds before he’d been nodding off to Sleeptown, Population Nels, instead I was treated to fervent, intense whispers for the better part of an hour. As I myself struggled to stay awake and calm my little bedmate lay still enough but rigid and electric, his low, harsh whispers saturated in wonder and fanaticism.
My son’s obsession with Kibbleland cannot be overstated, as evidenced best by the fact he made his own game board full of beautiful nonsensical labels and odd little idiosyncrasies including a winding “short cut” a great deal longer than the standard path to the finish. He manufactured dice from paper and, finally tonight, succeeded in convincing Ralph to travel to no fewer than five stores to find “real” dice – a fuzzy, 3″ cubic pair from Hoquiam’s own Swansons. His game pieces are beer caps (!) and the paper dice, now rendered defunct by the manifestation of real ones, are now “coupons” and have somehow been integrated into the game in a way mysterious to me – as is pretty much everything about Kibbleland.
And perhaps the most breathtaking feature of all is the Great White Shark-esque behavior my five year old will employ, circling and waiting and if at any point you deem yourself bored, or not sure of what to do, or in any way seem like you might have a spare moment. “You want to play Kibbleland?” he will ask, his body tense, his voice bright, his eyes dark and bright and predatory.
Tonight he succeeded in having both dinner guests play the game for a solid twenty minutes. When Nels would disappear into his room to gather another game piece these two men would whisper questions to my husband and I, desperate to have an advantage or even an inkling as to game strategy. My son, flying into the kitchen for a glass to shove the fuzzy dice into for rolling (ala Yahtzee), had a look of ethereal satisfaction to have thus engaged our adult friends. Finally – finally! – he was succeeding in sharing the Gospel of Awesome that is Kibbletown.
Labeled plots on my son’s “Kibbleland” board:
Bath / Wash
It’s totally and completely freaking me out right now that Nels is into this show… because Silas has been DEVOURING it on the old netflix as well. When I say DEVOURING, I really mean it. He seriously can’t get enough of it and laughs maniacally at the weirdest parts as if they are true brilliance to him.
This and the similar musical tastes is why I think Silas and Nels could hang. Also, the projects. Oh gods, the projects.
The fuzzy dice in the glass are priceless. Let us know when he comes out with an electronic version…I want to play.
This game reminds me of my obsession when I was younger – the game of Mouse Trap. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mouse_Trap_(board_game)
it seemed a whole heck of a lot cooler when I was Nels age. I also had a cartoon obsession with Mickey Mouse with this game!
Christie, I remember Mousetrap, having played it eons ago in the house of my sister! In my mind it was SO ELABORATE and open-ended. Although I know now it wasn’t either. Ha. So, thanks for the nostalgic reference!
So – do you want to play Kibbleland?
I want to play Kibbleland!
My god, I used to watch that show you know!? Even though I was too old (14!) when it aired, I remember watching it.
Mr Nels is a brilliant little inventor.
So mouse trap isn’t the fantastical game I remember? Drats