Here I Come to Save the Day!

I’m not sure why Mighty Mouse flew into my brain early this morning. But there he was, singing and flying.

I watched his cartoons a lot when I was much younger. Originally called “Super Mouse,” he was born in 1942, two years before I was. (Didn’t know that.) He made some movies (moderately successful), then began his own TV show in 1955 (I was 11)—Saturday mornings until 1967, my first year of teaching. I hope I wasn’t still watching.  Probably not. I didn’t get up too early on Saturday mornings.

There were some newer reboots, but I don’t remember them. Oh, and comic books from 1946-68.

Anyone who watched surely remembers the theme song. Link to it.

I can’t honestly say I remember any of the details about any of the episodes, all of which I watched countless times. (Was there a cat involved?) But I think I remember that the real action came at the end when ... when he came to save the day.

Here’s a link to one of them.

I’m not so sure why I was so fond of the series? Perhaps because I was a small kid and felt at times I could use some super powers? Especially when Big Kids were around—Big Kids who saw someone easy to torment. 

I’m sure I didn’t like the singing (Superman didn’t sing—nor did any of the other superheroes Back When, but this mouse did!).

I’m pretty sure he’s disappeared from the current radar screen. I don’t think my two grandsons (ages 12 and 16) have ever even heard of him.

But ... Back in the Day I lay on our living room floor, listened to the singing, watched the little mouse kick some butt.