Cartoon
The Fonz and the Happy Days
Gang
Laverne and Shirley with the Fonz
Animal
Winkler
Outfit: blue jeans / T-shirt / leather jacket / big thumbs-up
Tagline: "Aaaaaay!"
Plot summary: Despite dropping out of high school, leather-jacketed auto mechanic Arthur "The Fonz" Fonzarelli possesses demonic powers of skill, wisdom, and sexual attractiveness. Starting off as a minor character on the 50's nostalgia sitcom "Happy Days," the Fonz became the most admired man in his fictional version of Milwaukee, the real version of Milwaukee, and the rest of the world, including any foreign or space versions of Milwaukee. He is a television icon, a puncher of jukeboxes, a rider of motorcycles, a jumper of sharks, a layer of Tuscaderos, a fan of Weezer, and, above all else, cool.
So Hanna-Barbera decides that the best use of a Happy Days license is to have the Fonz, Richie Cunningham, and Ralph Malph jettisoned to the outer reaches of time with a dog, and a girl from the future in a vague but ultimately kinda helpful attempt to get back to 1957. "The Fonz and the Happy Days Gang" was the result, joining "Star Trek: Enterprise" in the two show "Bad Combination of Voyager and Quantum Leap" Hall of Fame. Conspicuous by his absence is Potsie, who was either deemed less important to the Happy Days mythos than a dog named "Mr. Cool" or left stranded in the Cretaceous Period and eaten by a Tyrannosaurus. (more)
User Comments: What can be said about the classic Americana of The Fonz? His leather
jacket now sits amongst important television memorabilia (Archie Bunker's chair, the 60
Minutes stopwatch, Elisha Cuthbert's nipples) in the Smithsonian Institute in Washington.
So to classify it in the same category as Pammy Panda's blouse from "Shirttales"
would be unfair.
That being said, anything from the 1950s gives me hoopskirt diarrhea. Nostalgia for things
I've actually experienced and remember is getting tired these days, so I've got no room
for a decade full of drive-in movies and repressed homosexuality. If we as a culture ever
go through another yearning for the fifties I don't know what I'll do. We'll have to
endure the horrible music of the Big Bopper, and then the terrible tragedy of his death.
What I'm trying to say here is that if I ever get into my car, turn on the radio, and hear
an Usher cover of "Chantilly Lace" I'm going to get a huge bag and shot put
every one of your asses into fire.
And I've seen the jacket in person. It's tiny. Like, child tiny.
User Rating: 
8.0/10 (19,500 votes)