I just wanted to say something. I grew up with Emmet Otter. I was the part of the first generation to enjoy his story. I'm thirty now, and Emmet's been a part of my Christmas experience every year that I can recall. But watching the tape of Emmet Otter last night made me melancholy. You'd think the loss of Jim and Richard and the stepping down of Frank and Jerry would get easier after awhile. It actually hurts more. The things they accomplished in those early years were so wonderful, and cannot be replicated by anything done by the Muppets today, no matter how good a job the company is doing or how hard they're working. I couldn't even possibly have considered watching The Christmas Toy, since that would have made me break down completely. I'll always pine for the old days, and I know you can never go back. But all the same, I miss the days of Emmet Otter, and I miss the people who made the real magic back then. Thanks for listening.