What’s a kid to do nowadays? – Fun Factory Junk
Comics don’t seem like comics without an ad for the various accoutrements of juvenilehood. I myself had several of these stupid things: the clacking teeth, the black soap, and a device that brought endless amusement for me and visiting friends, a whoopee cushion. The whoopee cushion may be the greatest invention in the history of humankind. It’s wonderful. I remember mine making the most spectacularly disgusting sounds you could ever possibly imagine, to the horror of my poor mother and the guffaws of my father.
The one thing that strikes me as sort of weird in this ad (well, it’s all weird, but you get the picture) is the “fake cast” in the lower left-hand corner. It sounds like something Milhouse Van Houten would use to “score some pity.” Odd.


My buddy and I always wanted to order the life-size Frankenstein monster seen in numerous 1970’s ads, but our parents wouldn’t let us. Always wondered what that would have looked like.
Sometimes parents have the right idea — mine wouldn’t let me have a horrifically expensive remote-controlled robot. I thought it was like R2-D2, but it was little more than a barely ambulatory cupholder.