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Tom and Jerry

The only time I really watched cartoons was when I was really young. As I grew up, I never really watched too many cartoons. That being said, Tom and Jerry was definitely one of my favorite childhood cartoons. My mom didn't want me to watch SpongeBob for whatever reason, so I settled for Tom and Jerry. We weren't allowed to watch TV during the week either. My sister and I would wake up in the morning on the weekends and turn on Tom and Jerry. I think I like Tom and Jerry even more because I wasn't allowed to watch that much TV in the first place.
My favorite character out of the two was Jerry. Tom was great with all his tricks, but I always rooted for the underdog in Jerry. Jerry was just this little mouse and Tom was a big cat, but Jerry always got the best of Tom. My sister would pick on me because she was four years older, so I guess I pictured myself as Jerry standing up against Tom, aka my sister. In any case, Jerry was my guy, and I'm still surprised he was so invincible.
I think what made Tom and Jerry so funny was the slapstick style that it deploys. Tom and Jerry are constantly hurting each other, and Tom is always trying to catch Jerry to eat him. Tom is very clumsy and gets hurt all the time, and it's even better that the little mouse is the one hurting Tom. It also takes the traditional cat and mouse roles and reverses them. The cat is always supposed to eat the mouse, but in this case, the mouse comes out on top. This is another classic reversal technique that promotes comedy and laughter.

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