Even though we were “too old” for themed birthday parties, my 11th birthday had a definite undercurrent of comic books. My mom had taken me to the local comic shop so we could dig through back issue bins and pick up three or four cheap comics for each of my guests as party favors. While the rest of my friends were busy reading “unrealistic” comics like the Chris Claremont run on X-Men, I was really into the “realism” of Marvel’s G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero. So the gifts that day included an awesome G.I. Joe poster based on the cover of Yearbook #2, a handful of Joe back issues that were missing from my collection, an action figure or two (I was, oddly enough, never into the toys), a pristine copy of #1 that my parents paid $35 for (and is now maybe worth $5), and…eight issues of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?
If this was a trailer for a terrible movie, there would be a record scratch right here, strategically timed for the middle of the “Oooooh” part of Maroon 5’s “Moves Like Jagger”. The soundtrack would go silent, and maybe a Great Dane lying on the floor would cover its head with its comedically massive paws.
As I read the title of the comic books in front of me – each bagged and boarded, of course – I laughed. So did the rest of the guys gathered around my dining room table. Even the guy who gave me the comics, Josh Banner, thought it was funny. He didn’t buy them for me as a joke, but there was no question that a concept as absurd as turtles that were ninjas was funny. He tried to convince us all that they were actually really cool, but none of us believed him. Until that night when I sat down and read the comics. And was instantly hooked.
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