Thank you from the bottom of our conjoined hearts, Jules Bass, for all the animated joys you directed and produced.
There are so many, too: Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer; Rudolph's Shiny New Year; Frosty the Snowman; Rudolph and Frosty's Christmas in July; Santa Claus is Coming to Town; A Year Without Santa Claus; The Little Drummer Boy; Pinocchio's Christmas; The Hobbit; Return of the King; Jack Frost '79; Flight of the Dragons; Peter Cottontail; Easter Rabbit; Leprechaun's Gold; The Strangest Man in Town; The Last Unicorn; and that once underrated gem that became a creepy cult-classic, Mad Monster Party?, not to mention those towering, live-action spectaculars, King Kong Escapes (based on your Saturday-morning staple, The King Kong Show) and the gritty and thunderous The Last Dinosaur, helmed by the gritty and thunderous Richard Boone.
As you fueled the imaginations of both young and old, you also dispatched annual, family viewings that linked generations in the best possible ways, through one sentimental year to the next.
Beyond any doubt, the fables that you and your partner, Mr. Rankin, forged will never subside, for wonderment and sentimentality can never die, especially when the artistry springs from such a huge and sharing heart.
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