I think I got this at a thrift store or something a while ago. I’ve got so much junk sitting around my room for reviewing purposes I often lose track. Anyway, as the story would have it, several years ago my brother and I got this collection of stuffed Hanna Barbara characters, and while I was lumped with the ranger guy from Yogi Bear, my brother got an ass-kicking karate dog. Sucked. Now, years later, I get my own, and it’s about five times the size of the aforementioned piece. Now who’s laughing? This thing is huge, and even if it appears he’s putting on a striptease in that picture, it’s actually in pretty good shape. The tag says it’s from 2001, so I’m guessing that sounds about accurate.
Brian: So, basically you’re not only a talking dog, but you’re a janitor as well? And, let me see if I’ve got this right, when you go into the broom closet, you magically return as a kung-fu canine?
Hong Kong Phooey: No comment.
Overall Grade: B-