Springing out of bed to race my brother for the Fruit Loops and the remote was a Saturday morning ritual in our house.

Some weeks, he'd find the toy in the cereal box first. Other times, I'd elbow him in the head during our dash to the couch. (Hey, it was do or no My Little Pony.)

Cartoons are kid-world masterpieces. They tap into that crazy imagination of yours and cause you to jump off of the slide in an attempt to fly to Neverland. (No? Just me?) Still, favorite cartoons, be them TV series, movies or comics are sacred ground. To soil a perfectly wonderful cartoon is to tramp around on childhood memories. And who else can we depend on to beat a dead horse? Hollywood.

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This week, we got word that the live-action version of Alvin and the Chipmunks will become a trilogy. Alvin and the Chipmunks the cartoon is great. The movie is a stinker. What gives? We're also totally confused by all this talk of a live-action Smurfs. How could you do this to us, Neil Patrick Harris?

I realize that lackluster remakes are all apart of Hollywood's regular shenanigans, but please, leave my favorite cartoons out of it.