The legend of the Pink Pants Joker!
Jan. 30th, 2011 11:43 pmI know that I have some other stories to tell, but my recent acquisition reminded me of this story, and unless I tell it here, a lot of you are going to doubt my sanity.
*snerk*
Anyway, most of you are well aware that there are kids in my life. Some years ago, when the S.O. took the kids (and myself) over to their grandfather's house for mandatory family fun, I was introduced to the Granparents Toy Box over there.
Most grandparents have a toy stash of some kind. My mom has one, and most of my relatives had one. It's mostly toys that their kids have outgrown and have no special attachment to, sometimes supplemented with thrift store finds and other random donations.
This was no different, but considering the ages of the people involved, I suddenly realized that I *knew* what all these toys were! Of course I did; they're the same kinds of things my brothers and I played with! Ninja Turtles! He-Man figures! GI Joes!
But best of all... Marvel and DC super heroes! Secret Wars era stuff. WHOO! So The Boy wanted to know who all the figures were, and I started explaining.
There, nestled in amongst the mangled accessories and generic figures... was a vintage Joker action figure. (Not Mego; that's the early part of my childhood and not the era we're talking about.) A 6 inch plastic Joker figure, in "Played with" condition. Make that "Played with HARD", because there was a hole on his back side where the tails of his coat should have been attached, and they were long gone.
The Clown Prince of Crime, complete with an ensemble that would have made Dr. Tachyon drool, right down to the Pepto-Bismal Pink PANTS.
We have already established that Pants Are Always Funny.
Pink Pants? Exponentially more funny.
The Boy recognized The Joker, but was puzzled by this incarnation. After all, to him BTAS was his earliest recollection of Batman, and Justice League, Batman Beyond, and the like were more recognizable to him. "Why does he have... pink pants?"
And, like it does on random occasions, a voice sprung forth from my lips and a fully-featured character was born. "Because... I AM ZE PINK PANTS JO-KAR!"
Yes. The Pink Pants Joker is... sort of French.
"You cannot defeat me, for I have the power of pink pantz! Haw haw!"
And thus, a villain was born. A villain obviously steeped in infamy, a villain that could thwart the wiliest superhero, a villain that was dastardly and evil... because of pink pants.
Don't believe me?
Someone's selling one on Ebay right now.
PINK PANTS! Haw haw!
Oh, wait. There is another...
Edit:
Dear Lord Help Me Jesus.
So many Jokers, so many jokes. But seriously, this kind of frightens me:
http://cgi.ebay.com/JOKER-APPLAUSE-PVC-FIGURE-/370463851540?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item56415dc414#ht_500wt_922
It's... Ladies' Night Lapdance Joker! With dollar-earning action!
*snerk*
Anyway, most of you are well aware that there are kids in my life. Some years ago, when the S.O. took the kids (and myself) over to their grandfather's house for mandatory family fun, I was introduced to the Granparents Toy Box over there.
Most grandparents have a toy stash of some kind. My mom has one, and most of my relatives had one. It's mostly toys that their kids have outgrown and have no special attachment to, sometimes supplemented with thrift store finds and other random donations.
This was no different, but considering the ages of the people involved, I suddenly realized that I *knew* what all these toys were! Of course I did; they're the same kinds of things my brothers and I played with! Ninja Turtles! He-Man figures! GI Joes!
But best of all... Marvel and DC super heroes! Secret Wars era stuff. WHOO! So The Boy wanted to know who all the figures were, and I started explaining.
There, nestled in amongst the mangled accessories and generic figures... was a vintage Joker action figure. (Not Mego; that's the early part of my childhood and not the era we're talking about.) A 6 inch plastic Joker figure, in "Played with" condition. Make that "Played with HARD", because there was a hole on his back side where the tails of his coat should have been attached, and they were long gone.
The Clown Prince of Crime, complete with an ensemble that would have made Dr. Tachyon drool, right down to the Pepto-Bismal Pink PANTS.
We have already established that Pants Are Always Funny.
Pink Pants? Exponentially more funny.
The Boy recognized The Joker, but was puzzled by this incarnation. After all, to him BTAS was his earliest recollection of Batman, and Justice League, Batman Beyond, and the like were more recognizable to him. "Why does he have... pink pants?"
And, like it does on random occasions, a voice sprung forth from my lips and a fully-featured character was born. "Because... I AM ZE PINK PANTS JO-KAR!"
Yes. The Pink Pants Joker is... sort of French.
"You cannot defeat me, for I have the power of pink pantz! Haw haw!"
And thus, a villain was born. A villain obviously steeped in infamy, a villain that could thwart the wiliest superhero, a villain that was dastardly and evil... because of pink pants.
Don't believe me?
Someone's selling one on Ebay right now.
PINK PANTS! Haw haw!
Oh, wait. There is another...
Edit:
Dear Lord Help Me Jesus.
So many Jokers, so many jokes. But seriously, this kind of frightens me:
http://cgi.ebay.com/JOKER-APPLAUSE-PVC-FIGURE-/370463851540?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item56415dc414#ht_500wt_922
It's... Ladies' Night Lapdance Joker! With dollar-earning action!
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Date: 2011-01-31 06:08 pm (UTC)Pink pants...and French! Does he have his own fairy court too?! ;p
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Date: 2011-01-31 06:27 pm (UTC)HA HA HA!
So now I can whip him out at any moment and freak everyone out!
As for a fairy court... nope. He's a Supervillain! Though my new Tonner doll may become the toast of the dolly world... I wonder if I can make him do that Lapdance Joker Pose...