Purrito

“Rolly… Polly… Pudding”

It’s probably been over a decade since I saw any of these, but this one is almost as burned in my head as the farmer mcgreggor rabbit one. Gotta love traumatic childhood movies.

Also why were there multiple paths in the chimney to begin with? That always puzzled me

The grandest masochism; become the oppressor and instigate a revolution, then revel in the ecstasy of being [whatever the angry mob does to you]. In this case: Dictator in a Blanket.