Let’s hope that Dirk Raider doesn’t prepare an attack with a giant pie against the R. U. Sirius.
They’ll have to take my raygun from my cold, dead fingers.
Lookout for Kissbot!
Next: the death pie of high cholesterol
If real guns had the effectiveness of cartoon guns, that would be a workaround.
Supply officer, secure the Acme inventory!
I heard about this, will they do the same thing for Yosemite Sam too by taking away his dual revolvers?
So Elmer Fudd and Bugs Bunny will now just be bridge partners at the Senior Center, playing against the team of Wile E. Coyote and the road runner? Hilarity will… not ensue.
Sooo Yosemite Sam will have paddle balls instead of his six shooters?
All those do gooders ruin everything.
Honorable retirement? Fat chance. They’ll milk these icons ad absurdum, ad infinitum. Yes, I know.
Pam’s got a couple of weapons — please don’t take them away.
Let’s hope Bugs isn’t there to steal his Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator.
In space no one can hear you meme.
Next they’ll be tearing down statues of Darth Vader!
How is a pie going to cause a spleen injury?
We need to build a time machine to prevent Speilberg from digitally replacing the guns the police were carrying as they attempted to capture ET with cell phones in later home video versions.
Elmer Fudd wo his shotgun? Political correctness insanity!
I would like a highly focused death ray for flies, skeeters, gnats, fleas — no, don’t think of nuisance people, just invertebrates.
Actually, he will have weapons, just not guns. Because some people think guns are the only weapons worth fretting over.
Wait! The pie could have deadly food allergens in it!!
Death of the Deathray.
Well what d’ya know? It disintegrated.
Just so long as they don’t try to digitally alter the old classic cartoons. I don’t care what they do if they’re making new cartoons; those are bound to be terrible anyway, because you can’t recapture the magic of the classics.
a pie in the spleen is worth two in the bush.
That tears it; when we go to the trenches I’M bringing cream puffs!…
Couldn’t Fudd do just as well with a spear? (“Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit!”)
I guess Robot Chicken had it right after all: