After listening to the trailer for Happily N’Ever After for the ten millionth time (the older child loves his Clifford the Big Red Dog DVDs), I am prepared to pay quite handsomely in mint action figures or placing sports bets or depositing pennies in bank accounts* to have this, this, this thing eradicated from the time stream once and for all. I refuse to believe that said eradication will be anything except a unambiguous benefit to history.
Moe Lane
PS: Dear sweet merciful Jesus, but they made a sequel. Why, God? WHY?
*Or whatever it is that time travelers do to generate income from the past that doesn’t hurt anybody.