Thunder Thunder Thunder - Thundercats...HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
(Sadly, those are not mine.)
It may shock and amaze Toyriffic readers to learn that during it's initial run, I had absolutely zero Thundercats toys and no interest in getting any either.
Now don't get me wrong. I watched the cartoon every afternoon. And I appreciated the toys for what they were, giving them their due respect at my friend's house who was mad for them and had them all. But by the time the cartoon and toyline were hitting their stride, the appeal of scantily clad steroid abusers was over for me, having thoroughly ridden the wave of MOTU from day one.
I was moving past that sort of thing, into robots that turned into vehicles and household appliances dammit - I was no longer a boy, I was a man!
I really liked the cartoon, and I loved the the execution of the concept, maybe even moreso now that I am going through my second (third? fourth? did the first one ever end?) childhood. I do have a Panthro now, my favorite character of all (although I couldn't find the box he's hiding in before this post) that I found at a yard sale a couple years back (which prompted me to do some sketches,) and I do see some of the third-tier characters pop up at the swap meet from time to time. But I haven't really taken that plunge into the kitty-pool quite yet.
There is one thing that would get me diving in head first, however: