Monday, May 31, 2010

Losing My Religion

My faith has been shaken. A few weeks ago, I asked all of my loyal Manifesto readers to help support me in my quest to get the most Toothy clicks. (A big thanks to everyone who clicked, btw.) Though I felt a little guilty asking, I figured the videos would at least provide some mild amusement. And then my old high school friend, Jeff "Hoover" Hoffman dropped the bomb.

He said, and I quote:

"This is a total rip-off of my 4th grade video project. I was the original Toothy. I'll have to see if I can find the old VHS it's on and get it uploaded. Then the royalty checks can start pouring in."

I, of course, did not believe Hoover. "I'll believe it when I see, Hoover. You dirty dog," I responded.

Hoover never backs down from a challenge. It couldn't have been two days later that Traci came home from work with the clunky old VHS tape that had been delivered to her straight from the Hoffman family archives (the clip was sandwiched between a made-for-TV movie and grandma and grandpa's 50th wedding anniversary.)

I watched it. The story checks out.

Without further ado, here's the 10-year-old Hoover starring as Toothy, the main character in this Hollywood-quality production. It's his evil-cavity-father, however, that really steals the show.

What can I say? I'm a fraud.

1 comment:

jeff said...

Vindication! I didn't realize it at the time, but my dad must have been a big fan of Paul Lynde.