The Secret Shame Of - SECRET SQUIRREL!

Apologies For Dancing On Your Childhood Hero In My Hobnailed Boots
Yes, the truth can hurt.  Take my carefully-reasoned case for Hong Kong Phooey being a felon and murderer.  Yeah!  He's not quite so funny now, is he?
     I think this iconoclasm was responsible for my focussing on Secret Squirrel.  He's a spy, you know.  How can you tell?  Because he's so utterly obvious with his Secret Agent Hat!  Art?

Shhhhhhhh!

     Granted, an anthropomorphic rodent standing six feet tall in a trenchcoat isn't exactly covert, it's that stupid hat that really get's one's attention - it simply screams "LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME!!!"
     And yet, and yet ... Notice that the show is not simply "Secret Squirrel" but rather "Secret Squirrel and Morocco Mole".  Art, some evidence, please -

The proof you demand

     Can we also have a shot of Moley?  Ta.

Mr Mole and his levitating hat

     I don't know about you, but Conrad finds it faintly creepy that these cartoon cuties never wear pants.  Coats, jackets, sweaters, pullovers, tank tops, ties, cravats and cummerbunds, yes - trousers, no.
     Leaving aside the question of whether or not moles are native to the shores of North Africa, note that Moley's head is garnished with nothing more exotic than a fez.  He looks perfectly normal and routine (for a partially-dressed mole, at least).  Put the two characters together and your attention would inevitably be drawn to SS - leaving MM to sneak off and do whatever dirty deeds of derring-do that need to be done.
     So!  Secret Squirrel is merely a decoy.  A lightning-conductor, if you will, who attracts all the attention, and what you see on the screen is the fantasy version of what never really happened, because -
     - he always ends up dead.
     Yes, I'm afraid so.  Why else conceal his face all the time?  Because another intellect-lite dimwit has taken the place of the expired resident, although that has to be concealed from the viewers lest they take fright.
     Of course, I could be overthinking this ...

     Well now, with the Intro out of the way, we can fire up the motley and push it out of the doorway!

And For Today's Coincidence -
You probably recollect me going on rather about "Mission Log", as Ken and John really go in for very detailed analysis of Star Trek episodes.  Props to them, they're doing all the ST episodes, not merely the good ones.  I didn't provide a link yesterday so allow me to rectify the omission:

http://www.missionlogpodcast.com/

     I suppose a little suffering is good for the soul, as long as it's your suffering and your soul.  Their podcast is an official Roddenberry-authorised show - no worries about a Grooveshark scenario here, folks - and I believe one of the producers is Rod Roddenberry*.
     Well, guess who popped up out of the blue on Twitter last night?

Him!

     I don't recall ever having seen his moniker on Twitter before, so what are the chances of that happening?

     - er, watch out, the motley is still ablaze and heading downhill -

A Feargal Sharkey Goodbye
This one will take a bit of explanation.  It does apply to Jerry Lewis as well, so you can get extra mileage out of it.
     "He can't be drunk, he's sober all this month.  Is he just babbling wildly?" I hear you conjecture.
     Yes, thank you for noticing my state of sobriety, and I'll have you know my babbling is within strictly defined parameters.  If I may proceed?  I may?  Thank you so much**!
     This was inspired by - see how everything is connected? - yesterday's review of STTNG and "Night Terrors", which episode producer Les Landau refuses to talk about. "Aha!" I thought.  "That reminds me of -" and here we are.
      Feargal Sharkey was the singer of iconic punks The Undertones.  Art?

Da Ferg

     Feargal was one of those chaps who made it on talent, not looks.  A face his mother could love, and probably his aunts, yet which the rest of us can only respect.
     After The Undertones he went on to pop success with The Assembly. Art?

Assembled

     And then he abruptly stopped performing and went into the business side of the music industry, very successfully I might add, in the early 90's.  He never explained this sudden switch, declining to talk about it, which obviously - obviously! - human nature being what it is amongst you lot, led to endless questions about "Why, Feargal, why?  Why?  Why?  O, why?"
     If he'd only come up with an explanation, like "There's a shortage of lint to rub my brass hand with" then the questions would have dried up pronto.
     Oh, and Jerry Lewis used to host an annual telethon for Muscular Dystrophy which raised the stunning total over the decades of $2.45 billion - except nobody's quite sure why he began and continued it.

Ooops!  Well over limit.  Time to post and run.  Thank you for reading -


*  Surely just a coincidence about that surname, right?
** This, in case you missed it, is sarcasm.