King of the Hill Remake Predictions

First of all, it's not going to be anywhere near as good, and in all likelihood will just be soykaf. That one is easy and boring. https://www.youtube.com/embed/R189-YSWvsY Some of my general predictions - Hank Hill will be routinely subjugated and belittled, or else reserved for nostalgic 'Yup's and whatnot. - New side characters abound that nobody will like. Some more specific predictions. - Episode about Bobby going to university and cries about student loans (i.e he has to deal with his poor choices), and Hank Hill learns a valuable lesson in how the young kids these days have it so hard! - Episode focusing on Bill's 'mental health'. I think there'll be a sappy episode where he goes to therapy and learns to overcome his stuff and whatnot. Alternately, he'll be seeing a therapist through the whole season, and half his dialogue will be about what he learned in therapy. Finally, my fiance thinks they should have a Black Lives Matter episode where it's just twenty minutes of Arlen marching through the streets with blank expressions and one fist up in the air, and ends by panning and zooming on Hank Hill's face.

I was almost tricked into this lowbrow social media style posting. I will just see what they do. No point in speculating with high or low expectations.

>>12639 It's just for fun, I don't care about the actual predictions. It's more of a game to make fun of tropes in media, creating stupid yet plausible episode concepts. Well, downright ridiculous ones can be fun as well. >I was almost tricked into this lowbrow social media style posting There was no trick, yet you fell for it anyway, and engaged in the highest form of social media posting; a post that contributes nothing to the discussion.

>>12641 F-fiine I will play along as long it isn't being cynical. -Bill unwittingly gets sucked into a MGTOW group only to turn his back to them to join a feminist group full of women hoping to get some affection but they both find out so he loses his MGTOW friends and his feminist friends winds up joining a cooking class for legitimate interest and meets someone there -There is a hate group in the neighborhood causing problems like graffiti swastikas all over some minorities are concerned, turns out to be just some nerdy looking autistic teenagers and college kids being brats and Hank laughs while they try to get taken seriously and fail and get their asses handed to them probably sprayed with a hose or something -Dale tries to take over some land back from the government but it's not met with much resistance because it's land that no one wants and he can't even use it for anything good and eventually gets bored -Bobby has a son by near end of season and Hank tears up excited being a grandpa and somehow slips a comment about propane

>>12638 I've watched the first five episodes and have been pleased that it is not terrible, it is even good sometimes. Apart from the patchy first episode, and the 'beer contest' episode's terrible final third, the rest feels true in spirit. Some consistent complaints of mine: dialogue and expression are sometimes stiff, and they are often heavy-handed with the 'final message'. So far it feels like a subpar season of the show, though I mean that as a compliment. As far as reboots go, that's excellent. Most of my predictions seem to be wrong, though I still hold that Hank's gonna learn how "the kids got it tough these days". My favourite moment is when we meet Boomhower's kid and he doesn't know how to introduce himself. Never seen such an accurate portrayal of Z-kids.

>reboot >remake >of an animated sitcom The fuarrrk? Did Mike Judge kill all the characters off at the end of the original series or something? Why does it need to be rebooted? Just make more episodes?

The fox found the night unusually quiet. The moon hung low, a silver coin caught between the black branches. He padded along the riverbank, each step a soft question to the sleeping world. He wasn't hunting. Not tonight. He carried a small thing in his mouth — a ribbon of blue silk, frayed at one end. He had found it tangled in reeds weeks ago and, for reasons he couldn't name, kept it. It smelled faintly of hay and rain and a memory he had never lived. Sometimes he would hold it in his jaws and trot in circles, feeling as if the ribbon led him somewhere important. Tonight the ribbon pulled him toward the old willow, the one older than the earth seemed to remember. Its roots drank deep from the river, its leaves whispered in a language only wind and time knew. The fox slipped beneath its draping curtains and discovered, beneath a tangle of roots, a hollow that warmed with a faint glow. Inside the hollow lay a tiny lantern, its glass clouded with age. It hummed — not with electricity but with something like waiting. The fox set the silk beside it and, for reasons the fox also did not name, nudged the ribbon into the lantern's mouth. Light rose up like a breath. It braided itself around the ribbon, gilding each fray with gold. The lantern sang, a note that tasted of pepper and sunlight and faraway doors. The fox sat very still, watching the light stitch into patterns on the root walls: a river he had never crossed, a field he had never run full-tilt through, a small den with a cub curled inside it and a fox that looked like him but softer, older, kinder. The images were not promises but possibilities. Each braided scene felt like a choice he might make if he were braver or more certain. He realized the ribbon had not been leading him to the lantern — the ribbon had been waiting for the lantern to find it. Together they mended something inside the hollow the fox had carried his whole life: the sense that paths could change. When the lantern's glow faded to embers, the fox picked up the ribbon again. He did not understand how long he had been there; time had folded politely around the willow. Outside, the moon had moved a little, an indifferent witness. He trotted away, not toward the river this time but along a faint track that led inland, where the air smelled of pine and distant smoke. He kept the ribbon looped once over his shoulder like a promise and, for the first time he could remember, welcomed the not-knowing of what would come next. Behind him, the willow's leaves settled, pleased. The lantern slept again, patient as moss, waiting for the next ribbon or the next fox who might need a map stitched from light.