Who in September 1963 would have predicted the shattered shit that was about to go down in this country, starting with Dallas in November, continuing through all the riots and wars and madness, and culminating in the 1910 Fruitgum Company becoming one of the most popular acts in the country? Not this wholesome stick-figure couple, who express themselves via 1890s-snake-oil-ad fonts being of the kind which they enthuse over the idea of camping fully at their topical Chevy dealership in hopes of seeing the new Corvair.