Yes, Franky used to have a breakfast cereal, a comic book, a Saturday morning cartoon… but one by one those things have gone away, and with them, their residual checks. He may be the real Frankenstein, but as soon as the corporate suits realize that his name is public domain, they hire a guy in a rubber mask instead. It’s cheaper, and there’s fewer incidents of pushy directors getting their arms ripped off (did you know J.J. Abrams was a cyborg? It’s true).

This is something Franky is going to have to face, sooner or later.Elsa keeps trying to talk to him about it, but whenever she tries he gets distracted, for some reason…

P.S. I’m going to blog later in the week with a better picture of Frank on the Franken Frooties box, in color. It’s adorable!