"Lidsville" is the story of Mark ("The Munsters' " Butch Patrick) who is budding magician. After seeing the magician Hoodoo (Charles Nelson Reilly), Mark sneaks backstage to see if Hoodoo has real magic or not. He touches Hoodoo's magic hat, which suddenly grows to enormous size. Looking into the hat, Mark falls inside -- and into a secret dimension called Lidsville, where everyone is a giant, talking hat.
Mark has Hoodoo's magic wand, which Hoodoo wants back or he can't continue to work his magic. But only Hoodoo knows the secret of how to get out of the hat and back to the real world.
Hoodoo, his talking vulture pal Orson, and a host of other baddies routinely try to destroy the town of Lidsville and its oversized fedoral inhabitants -- while Jimmy saves the day every time.
For kids, "Lidsville" was a great show. (The theme song, quoted above, stick in my head 35 years later!) Charles Nelson Reilly was the perfect wacky, green-faced magician with red hair. As a seven year old, I lived every week to see him fly in his gigantic, flattened top-hat with Orson. His laugh, his goofiness, and his campy evilness thrilled me. Mark seemed too goody-two-shoes to me, and the inhabitants of Lidsville were too clumsy and inanimate to really do much. Every show was really about Mark, learning cooperation and friendship in order to beat the schemes of silly Hoodoo. Probably the worst episodes had Mark almost getting out of Lidsville, because at the last second he'd be forced back into the alterna-dimension and I'd feel horrible for him. But the other shows were wonderful.
Along with "Sigmund and the Sea Monsters," "H.R. Pufnstuff" and "Super Friends," this is how I spent my childhood's Saturday mornings.
Mark has Hoodoo's magic wand, which Hoodoo wants back or he can't continue to work his magic. But only Hoodoo knows the secret of how to get out of the hat and back to the real world.
Hoodoo, his talking vulture pal Orson, and a host of other baddies routinely try to destroy the town of Lidsville and its oversized fedoral inhabitants -- while Jimmy saves the day every time.
For kids, "Lidsville" was a great show. (The theme song, quoted above, stick in my head 35 years later!) Charles Nelson Reilly was the perfect wacky, green-faced magician with red hair. As a seven year old, I lived every week to see him fly in his gigantic, flattened top-hat with Orson. His laugh, his goofiness, and his campy evilness thrilled me. Mark seemed too goody-two-shoes to me, and the inhabitants of Lidsville were too clumsy and inanimate to really do much. Every show was really about Mark, learning cooperation and friendship in order to beat the schemes of silly Hoodoo. Probably the worst episodes had Mark almost getting out of Lidsville, because at the last second he'd be forced back into the alterna-dimension and I'd feel horrible for him. But the other shows were wonderful.
Along with "Sigmund and the Sea Monsters," "H.R. Pufnstuff" and "Super Friends," this is how I spent my childhood's Saturday mornings.