“TIME CAME to grow a bit, grow a bit, grow a bit.” Oh, for the love of. Awful, awful kid’s chromakey whimsicality, masterminded by, of all people, PAUL “COUNTERWEIGHTED DOOR” DANIELS. Title thing was a three-foot cone that “did” magic, aided a giant mute rabbit. Collectively they battled some evil bastard or other, who lived inside a giant floating fist, guarded by VICKY LIQUORISH. There was also a “squidgy bog”. “His daddy then told him, told him, told him…” Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off.