When we were kids, everyone liked to say they wanted to be an astronaut or a fire fighter. Fuck that, we wanted to be Cosby Kids. It didn't matter who: We'd be fine with ultra-slick pornhound Rudi, or even speech-impediment poster child Mushmouth ("obeekaybee!").

As long as we got to be part of an ill junkyard ensemble and race home after school to watch The Brown Hornet, we were happy. We didn't even care if we learned a thing or two before it was done. Fucking hell, this was the greatest cartoon ever, with a theme song to match. HOW IS IT NOT NUMBER ONE?