I think every child of the 1970s at least remembers Stretch Armstrong. I've relayed my own childhood experience with the big guy several times here. Also, Stretch Monster is the vintage toy I just seem unable to own, I've tried for like 20 years to get my hands on one.
I was kind of excited to get this book because I thought maybe it would have some sort of grand backstory and adventure for the Stretch couple which is what you'd get from Whitman or Rand McNally.
Although, the Cincinatti based "Resource Publishers" (which sounds like a subsidary of Kenner) would introduce me to one of the strangest books I've seen in a long time
More after the jump.
So yeah, it's pretty much just starts out as a brochure of how fun the Stretch Armstrong toys are and it seems to swipe several of the images off the packaging.
My cousin had a friend who said he could do this.
Enter Stretch Monster for pages and pages of cuddling. The children are now gone and the Stretch figures now appear to be regular size.
We tried the Swamp Seize once, that's how my daughter was born!
Then the whole thing detours while Stretch goes to the zoo and we're treated to PAGES AND PAGES OF ANIMALS. Which is much better than telling us anything about Stretch and why he doesn't wear clothes...
But it gets dumber, Stretch Monster now visits a circus and takes in the freak show. A monster, who lives in a swamp takes in a circus sideshow complete with cotton candy. We're treated to pages of clowns and high wire acts too, while smiling old Stretch Monsters makes the odd cameo. I don't think I want a Stretch Monster anymore...