“Who turned off the heat?”
Directed by Frank Tashlin. Released in 1944
You know what this Sunday is? If you don’t then go look at a calender. Sorry. That was rude. You may not even have a calender. It is Mother’s day. And one of the sweetest things to me, is the relationship beteen mother and child. How they are willing to die for them, and how the child sees the mother as essentialy an almighty superhero, who can protect them from anything. I’m rambling. Let’s talk about a short deailng with such love.
It’s winter, and a duck (with teeth) is desperately trying to hatch some eggs. (She also has no name. I shall call her Ethel.) It is really cold, and the eggs have begun to turn blue. (The father was a smurf) She holds them up to a light to see inside, and finds the soon to be ducklings sneezing, warming themselves by a stove, skating and skiing. (At least they’re not dead) She does her best to keep them warm, but the poor things are below subzero! Time for drastic measures. As much as it pains her, Ethel sticks her rump right up to a latern. Clearly she’s in agony, but a true mother won’t let her children die, if she can help it. When she’s done, she goes over. The eggs hatch before she sits down. (“Don’t do it! We’ll come out.) I guess it’s warmer outside than in an egg, so the new family heads down to the pond for a swim. Uh Oh! One egg didn’t hatch all the way. Craving warmth, the egg with legs goes off to find his mother. Ethel meanwhile, is doing a head count and finds that her little Robespierre (such a great name) is missing. Finding his footprints, she follows them into the woods. Robespierre is nearly dead, but finds his mom wearing a fur coat. (a bear) And he slips under “her.” The bear takes it rather well. (“So I laid an egg.”) But this was all seen by a hungry wolf. Wait, is that William? No, his mailbox says he is known as B. B. (So he’s a transvestie. Bebe? Forget it) He uses some tnt to blow the bear off, and happily takes his prize home. The bear takes it rather well. (“Dreams like this, worry me, ya know.”) B.B. runs into Ethel on his way back, and the two keep swiping Robespierre from the other. Eventually, Ethel gets home with a doorknob. B.B. is preparing some egg drop soup, when Ethel returns and pokes his eyes through the key hole. She then rescues her son. Is he greatful? Heck no. He was finally getting warm. He dives back in.