Smile, Darn Ya, Smile! - Notes

Notes

  • Foxy's name was mentioned for the first time in this cartoon.
  • The song in the short was made by Billy Cotton (the song was named after the short).
  • The title song was featured in Prosperity Blues, a 1932 Krazy Kat cartoon.
  • The title song was also featured twice in the 1988 movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit; first when Eddie drives into Toontown, and again at the end of the film. The song can now be heard as part of the background area music in the Esplanade at the Disneyland Resort as well as in the Mickey's Toontown area of Disneyland Park.
  • The lady hippo's gibberish dialogue is actually the following sentence played backwards: "Susie heard one of those Atlantic bells! Whataya think?"
  • Inside the trolley car are a number of parody advertisements based on real products of the time, including Arrow collars ("Narrow Collars"), Smith Brothers cough drops ("Sniff Brothers Cough Drops") and Fisk Tires ("Risk Tires").
  • A portion of this cartoon appeared on a couple episodes of Pee-wee's Playhouse.
  • The title was also used for a song the Joker sang in a Batman: The Brave and the Bold episode "Emperor Joker!"
  • This is one of many cartoons that was colorized in the 1990s by re-drawing the animation and re-painting the backgrounds.
  • The song was performed by Christoph Waltz when he hosted Saturday Night Live on February 16, 2013.

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