Strings! and Screens! and (high AF)Bears! Oh my!!

This not at all spooky lil' gem from 1975 features two adorable little kids (or one adorable kid and one who should've been lift in the oven a little longer, depending on who you ask) as they try to evade their captors on their way to Witch Mountain. NO WITCHES WERE INVOLVED. 

This one should've been published earlier, but my dog literally ate the charger to my means of publication. So go out and kick your local dog, support your local Wireless Depot that sells universal laptop chargers, and listen to our Halloween Special!

Here's a little something new for your weekly aural pleasure fix. We liked havin' Alexis around so much we decided to let her stay forever. Welcome to the first-ever installment of Deef Troop. Deef Troop is our new bi-weekly romp through some of the sillier bullshit Disney execs ever signed off on Starring Alexis Lindisney and Deefy 2600. We want to give the classics the deep dirty dives and full drunken research they deserve but that shit takes time. You jabronies just take and take and as luck would have it, we're here to give it to ya. This week Alexis and Deefy get lit the fuck up and dish all about why zombie sex is problematic and the Disney magic that somehow made people think it was okay for these people to film a musical about racism with a cast that's 99.7% white. Westside story this thing ain't. Welcome to Deef Troop!

What do you get when you combine a vapid Disney pop doll with a half-baked hick who's got peanut butter stuck to the roof of her mouth? YOU GET THE BEEEESSST OF BOTH WOOORRLDS!! Hannah Montana superfan Alexis Lindsey joins us on this twisted descent into the bowels of one of Disney's first teeny bopper harlots-I mean, starlets: the bombastic Miley Cyrus. Borne from the moist and eager loins of Michael Poryes and everyone's favorite achey-brakey homunculus, Billy Ray Cyrus, Hannah/Miley took the teenage demographic of the early 2000's by storm. Come take the ride with us. Or the CLIMB, if you will...

Racist flora and fauna! Mass extinction! Sentient lines! The sexiest of centaurs, ostriches, and hippos! All opening up for the headliner, SATAN!!! Join us as we pay tribute to Bacchus in a substance-fueled dig into Disney's musical masterpiece from 1940.

Sidenote: Okay, we promise this is the last time the audio sounds this bad, and we do get our mic setup under control the following week. But, there's the obligatory disclaimer. We're still puppies.

Boy, World. World, Boy. You guys are gonna be fast friends. We embark on the saga of Corey Matthews, a precocious and fiery little cut-up who we watch come of age. And come again, and again, and again. Especially once season 2 Topanga shows up. The only thing kinkier than this kids hair is his parents sex life. Join us for Boy Meets World!

Little disclaimer: sound quality dips in this episode. but stick with us while we iron out the KINKS

This week we dive into the belly of the beast, take bites outta onions, and crush our pesky consciences with a wooden mallet. Why's that? Cause there are no strings on us, motherfuckers. We join everyone's favorite little wooden boytoy and his obnoxious insect familiar on their escapades through Tuscany's seedy underbelly. It's Pinocchio time.

We dive into the waters of the . . I dunno, some eastern body of water. It's two old-ass Disney movies and they both suck. Welcome to our sophomore slump, bitches.

For our debut episode, we introduce our merry selves, outline our mission for the show, and delve deep into the bowels of the first animated feature under the dome of the House of Mouse. Oh and then we talk about Wizards of Waverly place, I guess.