Anonymous asked: You still taking Hydrocodone Theater requests? It occurred to me today that Steve's probably never heard of the Grinch, and that Tony probably references it a lot around Christmas.
While I don’t have the chops to actually write this one, I will point out that Theodore Geisel’s career began with political cartooning, ad graphics, and humorous illustration in 1927, and by 1940 he had published several books including Horton Hatches The Egg and the semi-pornographic The Seven Lady Godivas, publishers not being as discerning about branding back then. Steve definitely owned a copy, not because of the naked ladies but because of how captivatingly weird they looked.
As a propagandist for the early war effort, Geisel met Steve when he was in New York at the height of the bond sales show. When he got to be head of a military animation department they met again so that Steve could do the voice for an animated short about Captain America’s War Effort. One day, while Steve was recording his lines, Ted snitched his notebook out of his bag and turned to a clean page, drawing a classic Seuss-style Captain America with a puffed out chest and a strange fuzzy topknot to his helmet. They got on swimmingly in the short time they had working together; Geisel was passionately anti-fascist and his cartoons about US complacency over Hitler were biting, and Steve had always read the lefty papers where his work showed up.
So the first time Steve sat down to watch How The Grinch Stole Christmas with the team, because Clint called Tony a grinch and Thor asked what a grich was, he saw his old pal Dr. Seuss’s name on the title. He felt a stab of familiarity, like a rope thrown to a drowning man, when he saw those feathery, fuzzy, awkward-limbed creatures of Ted Geisel’s imagination cavorting on the screen. And it was totally okay to cry at the end because everyone was crying, even if they were doing it because of the Grinch’s heart and he was doing it over how much he would have liked to have laughed about it with Ted.
A couple of days later, Natasha gave him a first-printing of The Sneetches for Christmas.
It’s not well known that the very small collectible first edition had a dedication reading For Steve, Who Never Gave A Toot Over Who Had A Star Upon Thars.
Oops. Guess I wrote it anyway.
HYDROCODONE MIDNIGHT THEATRE #7: THE HORRIBLE ONE.