Watching Viva Piñata on the television Saturday morning, I was reminded of Richie Ashburn sitting out there in the old Polo Grounds' center field. Ashburn, who was a pretty darn good baseball player with pretty bad luck, was, at the end of his career, shagging flies for the 1962 New York Mets. The 1962 Mets were largely considered to be the worst professional team ever fielded, and Ashburn was their best player.
"I don't know what it is," he said, "but I know I've never seen it before."
So. Franklin Fizzlybear wanted the Buzzlegums to build hives on his property, and then the gang planted a jewel tree because they heard the mythical Chewincorns liked their sweet, sweet jewels, and all the time I was watching this show, I felt vaguely like I should be buying something, anything.