Back when I was reasonably young, certainly dumb, and unencumbered by either husband or children, I used to watch Saturday morning cartoons. I told myself I was looking for Looney Tunes, but once I found CBS's "One Saturday Morning," it didn't matter; I was home.
Oh sure, the cartoons were fun. But the real attraction was the wacky host in the oversized plaid upholstery fabric suit, Manny the Uncanny. "Where're we going today, Mr. Lighter-Than-Air?"
"Well Manny, some place wonderful."
And it always was. Except when it wasn't, like when Manny "took" us to visit a sewage treatment plant (a treat I shall save for another day, because it's That. Funny.).
The guy was like an eastern European Borat with an indeterminate Yiddish accent and -- well, see for yourself. "It's true!"
p.s. Once I met Chas I introduced him to Manny, and we have been quoting Manny for nearly fifteen glorious years. That's how I knew CHAS WAS THE ONE. And also, we're both morons.