The monocled little man who falls apart when his assistant goes on vacation, hiding in his underwear in his ruined mayoral office, clutching his jar of pickles. The self-centered, cigar-smoking womanizer flanked by models, who makes only the barest attempt to hide his corruption, holding his constituents in open contempt. The insecure man-children wearing sashes that declare them “MAYOR”; the tentacled aliens wearing human skin, barely passing as real people; the charming phony who uses a bill to protect his town from killer robots as a coaster. Who runs the world in children’s TV? Buffoons!
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