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Gruff then looks at me with his huge green eyes smiling and crinkly in the corners and angelically grins.
“Again.”
So I hit the play button and we watch again. And it was adorable, especially when little Bravo with her vanilla ice cream mustache started giggling and spasmodically bobbing up and down, droppin‘ it like it was hot.
But around the tenth or eleventh time the shiny, happy cuteness wears off. You decide that you never want to ride a bus EVER AGAIN, especially if the driver is some dorky white Canadian dressed in a bellhop uniform and rapping.
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I for one, am a bit miffed by the Doodlebops. They’re Canadian, so that in itself detracts from their intrinsic value right there, but really, for starters, what are they even supposed to be? Imagine creepy hippy-alien type creatures with clothes that look sort of like 1969 ate a jumbo helping of instruments with a side of Technicolor and then vomited it back up in the shape of go-go boots and bell bottom suspenders. Also, like most kids shows, each Doodlebop has a signature color: Deedee is pink (of course the female Doodle wears pink - heaven forbid popular media actually work to shatter gender stereotypes), Rooney is blue (although really if we’re going to arcanely mark sexuality/gender with color codes, I’m thinking Rooney really ought to take up the pink mantle), and Mo is orange. Yeah, orange. Random, I know, but so is Mo. Another thing distinctly Doodleboppian is their hands. They’re huge with fuzzy, bulbous fingers. I guess it adds to the cartoon effect of the characters, but I personally think they’ve added the abnormally large gloves to cover up the fact that Deedee and Rooney really can’t play their instruments. I’m telling you people, it’s a Doodlespiracy. But the thing that really makes me sad is that they only sing three songs an episode; the opening credit song, Get on the Bus [as seen above] and one song at the concert at the end (yeah, that’s not to pump up ticket sales for live shows or anything). I mean, if your ultimate aim is to bring music to children, you could at least be like *shudder* The Wiggles. While creepy in their own right, they bombard kids with several creative and fun songs. Granted the format is often the same (kids need consistency like that….hell, I need consistency like that) but there is a whole arsenal of tunes to choose from by the Wiggles. The Doodlebops are hurtin‘ on their variety. Plus Bus driver Bob needs more solos.
Doot doo doo doo!
Doot doo doo doo!













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