When my son, James, was a kindergartner, his favorite TV show was "Arthur." He knew all of the characters, plots, and lines. But then, when he got to second grade, the lovable aardvark was replaced by a large mutt from the '60s (and early '70s). I found myself waking up at 7:00 on Saturday and Sunday mornings so that he could watch "Scooby Doo." I have to admit that I enjoyed watching the show with him, though it amazes me how bad it is.1
The cartoon I drew is pretty self-explanatory. In my typical dunderheaded way, I originally thought that the smart girl’s name was Thelma. I was actually quite pleased when my friend Randall told me what it really was. The references were a bit too close before the change.
As for the Louies, we have: "Huey, Dewey, and...", the XIVth, and Mr. Armstrong. Which is which and who is who? We leave that as an exercise for the reader.
1Now Scooby Doo has been replaced as my son’s favorite by '40s (and early '50s) Warner Brothers cartoons. I couldn’t be more proud of him.