"Wild party? There was no wild party. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go catch my naked friend."

Okay, I don't know how many people on my flist watch Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends, but if you don't, you should. Or anyway, I love it. In a nutshell: Bloo throws a big party when the grown ups are gone. Bloo's friend Mac, who is always more sensible, tries to get him to stop. So Bloo slips Mac some sugar, even after Mac has warned, "You wouldn't like me when I've had sugar."

I can't believe this kids' show just did a really funny riff on what it's like to go to a party when somebody gets high and freaks out and goes crazy. Mac's diilated eyes rivalled anything in Requiem for a Dream. Especially after he does what must be the speedball of sugar high: pop rocks and soda pop. Naturally it all ends in a dark alley with Mac pale, naked, shivering, doing Gollum impressions, buck naked.

I wonder if I saw this first as a kid and then saw it as an adult it would play totally differently.