Having watched TDTEBU, I’m curious about something: how did the acres of rural farmland become a suburban neighborhood?
The way I see it, there’s two options.
Option 1: After Farmer Jim fades away, developers approach Porky and Daffy. In the beginning flashback, neither of them seem very interested in tending to the farm beyond an occasional tractor ride. It’s arguable they don’t want it or know what to do with it. So Daffy and Porky agree to sell the farmland to the developers with the condition that they keep their house in the new neighborhood. That way, they can fulfill their promise to Farmer Jim and get some new neighbors in the process. And they can live off the money from the sale for awhile. It’s a win-win! Right…?
Option 2: Farmer Jim realizes his boys, for all he loves them, aren’t interested in or fit for the farmer’s life. He’s also been asked by developers for years to sell the surrounding farmland. Knowing his time is drawing near, he agrees to the sale while ensuring he and his descendants will keep the house. He leaves not only the house, but also the money from the sale behind to support Porky and Daffy after he’s gone. He doesn’t know what they’ll make of their lives, but this will give them a start. At least, that’s what he hopes…
I’m curious about what people think! How did the farm become a neighborhood? Do you agree with either of my suggestions, or do you have one of your own? I’d love to hear what you think!
Regardless of how the farm becomes a suburb, I think it’s safe to say it doesn’t go how Daffy, Porky, or Farmer Jim hoped. And it turns out I have a lot to say about that… so if you want, buckle up for some (over)analysis.
(Spoilers for the end of TDTEBU follow under the cut! Proceed at your discretion.)
The HOA representative repeatedly refers to Daffy and Porky as “freaks” and “filthy barn animals.” She could’ve only cited their destructive tendencies, their unsafe management of their home. But even as she notes the hole in their roof, the representative flings hateful insults at them. She takes issue with immutable facets of their identities such as being raised on a farm. She resents them for not matching her model of suburbia, for being relics of what the neighborhood used to be — a farm where a man called a duck and a pig his family. When she cites the hole in their roof, it’s to justify her preexisting, prejudiced desire to evict them.
And it’s not only the HOA representative who poses an issue here. The mayor of the town winces when she yells, tries to calm her, but still stands beside her. The most he’s willing to offer Daffy and Porky for their heroism is a park bench, but he’s silent when the representative insists that would lower property values. He doesn’t seem to like her very much or even agree with her views, but he doesn’t stand up to her or push back against her decisions. His inaction is what allows her unchecked reign over their community — and her prejudices.
Instead of being a welcoming community, the neighborhood’s leadership ultimately forces Daffy and Porky to the margins, looking for any excuse to get rid of them because of who they are as people. People in town do care about them, like the lady at the diner who gives them milkshakes. Plenty of people have neutral to positive interactions with them, or negative reactions for understandable reasons (like screaming in their faces, breaking their things, etc). But it’s the leadership that seems to decide whether they get to stay or go, and their decision is based on hatred and passivity in the face of hatred.
However, that’s the key word: “seems.” After they save the world and, in the process, overcome their doubts and issues in their relationship, Daffy and Porky carry on without leadership approval. Rather than comply with an eviction or an impossible timeline to repair a roof, they build a new house even more grandiose than the first and still very much theirs. They refuse to give up. They carve out a place for themselves as they are, loony and zany. In addition, they find people who stand by them, like Petunia, the Scientist, and the Invader, who are equally zany and wacky in their own ways. And the very act of standing together on their new home’s porch, tigers and boba tea and all the mayhem that makes them who they are, causes the HOA representative’s head to explode.
Daffy and Porky grow as people, yes, but they develop a sense of purpose and self-awareness without compromising their “freakishness.” They accept themselves as the weird outliers and embrace that, because it was their weirdness and their faith in each other that saved the world. And that is how you find your place in the world. When you stop caring about what other people think, when you live on your own terms, you can make a home. You will always have a home with other weirdos like you. Home isn’t so much a place as what you make of it, as what you carry with you. Home is with the people you love.
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