

But my parents (and countless others) loved the series just as much as their offspring.

Throw together all those elements, and you got a storm of crazed silliness that was irresistible to kids. The images could actually make you SMELL the stink of the characters or FEEL their frantic rage. The characters’ faces were endlessly expressive, and those trademark close-ups showcased every glistening boil, throbbing blister, wriggling nerve ending…you get the idea.

Then there was the eye-catching animation. He littered the show with a demented cast of creeps that seemed impossible to conjure with the human mind (like Powdered Toast Man, Muddy Mudskipper and the Tooth Beaver, among others).

John Kricfalusi’s vision was incredibly creative and distinct, an apparently limitless palette of vibrant weirdness. And yes, the series was undeniably heavy on the scatological humor (“Son of Stimpy” consisted of the title character searching for his flatulence-cloud son…like Casper, but greenish). Cat were nothing but a vile collection of burps, boogers and other grotesqueries. Sure, at first glance the five seasons we spent with Ren Hoek and Stimpson J. Though “Ren & Stimpy” featured the familiar anthropomorphism, showtune-y music and absurd violence of Looney Tunes, it broke new ground for kids programming. And thanks to Nickelodeon’s recent surge of recycled nostalgia programming, you can relive the classic series on Nicktoons (yep, we’re so old, the animation block has been given its own network). The aforementioned are but a few of the indelible memories “The Ren & Stimpy Show” left singed in the brains of kids who grew up in the '90s, like a red-hot poker of cartoon lunacy sent plunging into our gray matter.īack in August, the animated show about a neurotic chihuahua and his daft feline sidekick turned 20, sending shockwaves of nostalgia and terror through 20- and 30-somethings. "Happy, happy, joy, joy." "Hwarf." "No sir, I don’t like it." If this all seems like a random assemblage of words, then you’re not a child of Nicktoons (and I greatly pity you).
