1 October 2013 | Boloxxxi
Dracula is frustrated and worried that most people don't find him scary any more. His obsequious helper Myro tries to convince him otherwise. Regardless, Dracula is still much in doubt. Shortly, he receives a letter from a boy in America stating that he's Dracula's biggest fan; the only fan mail he's ever received. Now if you have thousands or millions of fans you can afford to ignore them. But if you have only "1" --what do you do? You pack your coffin and head for America, of course.
Dracula arrives in the States and at his only fan's house with his coffin on top of a taxi. The boy's grandmother thinks he's a salesman of some sort and gives him grief at the door. Dracula puts the whammy on her ("Look into my eyes".....You know the deal) and thus convinces her to let him in. Needless to say, the boy --"Sam"-- is ecstatic that his hero has come to visit him. They watch some videos together and Dracula expresses his contempt and distaste for the scary figures of today. Later, he and Sam come to an agreement wherein Sam would help him to get his scare back and he would help Sam to have confidence in himself and be more outgoing since, as it happens, Sam is an outcast and the butt of jokes with most of the other kids who thinks he's "creepy" (He's got a pet tarantula named "Webber").
The only thing this cartoon is going to do for most adults, I think, is make them crack a smile in a few places (Unless they have no child in them or no sense of humor). I recommend and think this cartoon is for children, 5 thru 8. That is to say, this is the age range I think that would best appreciate it. MY RATING ABOVE ASSUMES I'M A KID WITHIN THIS RANGE. Now if I were rating it for it's ability to entertain older folks I would give it ONLY 2-3 stars. This cartoon, I think, would fit nicely into a Saturday morning line-up or an after-school special for kids that teaches them self-confidence and not to be afraid to be themselves. I actually watched this thing twice, possibly to give it a second hearing, so to speak, and it seemed even sillier (and therefore more enjoyable) the second time. The kid in me plastered a stupid grin on my face throughout much of it. Love, Boloxxxi.