Mary Hartline’s puppet legs were insured for one million Snickers wrappers.
False advertising. Those demonic marionettes will have you do what they want you to. They want you to kill. Kill them all. CLIFFY COMMANDS YOU.
Does anyone else get a “good-girl-next-door” and John Wayne Gacy vibe from these puppets?
“Anything you want us to?” But can a marionette love? Can they?!
Sorry. Been re-watching old episodes of Star Trek and getting fired up on cornball, seemingly deep TV dialogue circa 1966.
Is that caramel or blood in that Snickers bar?
Mary Hartline also did local ads here in Chicago. I was too young to have a crush on her, a few years later I was in love with Julie Newmar.
This video clip will melt your mind:
It’s a “Sugar Smacks” commercial from the ’50s with Mary and Cliffy the Clown. They’re just as creepy as they are in that illustration … singing and dancing like the nightmares a person has after one too many street-vendor tacos in Tijuana.
So Mary and Cliffy were shills for Big Sugar?
I just watched that commercial, and now I really want Mary to Do Anything I Want Her To Do.