Toy Time: A Little Mouse Date Gone Wrong

Is it worth the watch?

If you have seven minutes and want to see some really expressive, wobbly ink-and-paint work, sure. It’s perfect for people who like their cartoons chaotic and a bit nonsensical. If you need a deep plot or, I don’t know, logic, you’ll probably find it exhausting.

Oscar the mouse is a romantic, I guess. He decides the best place for a night out is a toy shop. Because nothing says romance like dodging death traps between the dollhouse and the toy train set.

The cat in this thing? Man. He’s got that manic, wide-eyed look that makes you wonder if he’s had too much caffeine. He’s not just hunting; he’s performing.

There’s this one bit where a toy soldier starts marching. It’s jerky, obviously, but it adds this weird, mechanical tension. The way the mouse uses the toys to trip up the cat is classic stuff, but the timing is just a little bit off in a way that feels oddly human. Like the animators were just winging it.

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It reminded me a bit of the frantic energy in Pop Tuttle's One Horse Play, where everything is moving faster than the physics should allow. You don't really watch it for the story. You watch it to see how many things they can break before the cat finally gives up.

The backgrounds are strangely empty. There are whole aisles that just feel like they were sketched in five minutes. It actually makes the store feel more like a fever dream than a real shop.

Did I mention the cat’s face? It stretches like bubblegum. It’s a little unsettling, honestly. 🐱

• The mouse’s girlfriend has basically nothing to do but look worried.
• The toy store has a suspiciously high number of loose springs.
• The cat gets hit by at least three different objects that clearly should have knocked him out.

It’s not trying to be a masterpiece. It’s just trying to be loud and fast. Sometimes that’s enough. Other times, you just want to reach into the screen and give the mouse a map out of there.

Anyway, it’s a weird little relic. I kind of loved the messiness of it all. It’s certainly more fun than some of the drier stuff like A Doll's House, if you catch my drift. Not that I’m comparing a cartoon mouse to Ibsen, but hey, I am what I am.