The first cartoon character I ever loved and related to was Gogo Dodo, from Tiny Toon Adventures. He’s generally wildly joyful and prone to utter surreal nonsense. He creates his own bizarre world full of art and puns and foolishness and it’s beautiful and scary and confusing. Thank you for introducing me to surrealism and being a formative influence on me, Gogo Dodo. Here’s a drawing of what I imagine your skeletal structure to be.
Gogo’s father, Yoyo Dodo, first appeared in the visually fascinating and pretty damn offensive Porky in Wackyland (really aged like milk on the race front) in 1939. Yoyo Dodo was officially the last existing dodo. And Gogo Dodo is his son. Being something that by definition cannot exist is a pretty solid commitment to nonsense if I’ve ever seen one.
If Yoyo and Gogo and my father and I serve as anecdotal evidence, it would seem that gleeful malarkey gets passed down.