The Tofus
The Tofus (French: Les Tofou) is a Canadian-French sitcom created by Fabrice de Costil and Bertrand Victor. The animated series is a satirical parody of the environmentalist lifestyle epitomized by its title family, which consists of Mom, Pop, Chichi, Lola, and Buba. The show is set in the fictional town of Beauvillage, and lampoons many aspects of the environmental movement, including environmental organizations, animal rights, and pacifism.
Since its debut on September 1, 2004, the program has aired twenty-six episodes over two seasons.
Production
The Tofus was co-produced by SIP Animation and CinéGroupe. It was directed by Bruno Bianchi with the assistance of Danielle Marleau and several other executive producers out of Maple Pictures Corp., and scripted by twenty-six writers, including series creators Fabrice de Costil and Bertrand Victor. All the scripts were story edited by Florence Sandis in charge of the script directing. Original music was composed by Alain Garcia and Noam Kaniel.
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by: System Of A DownThe unsettled mind is at times an ally,
Leaving the senses to fend for them selves,
The senses collect undeniable data,
About beta carotine and theta waves,
The unsettled mind is at times an ally,
Leaving the senses to fend for them selves,
Then, the senses wonder the sky.
All rise,
I fall,
Time feels like a midnight ride
Finality waits outside,
Weeping in perplexitys´ arms
Caressing our smiles inside.
The National debt is at times ally,
Leaving the people to fend for them selves,
The people collect undeniable data,
About high pulse weapons and microwaves,
The National debt is at times an ally,
Leaving the people to fend for them selves,
The the people found out the lie.
All rise,
I fall,
Now I rise, and then fall,
Time feels like a midnight ride
Finality waits outside,
Weeping in perplexitys´ arms
Caressing our smiles inside.
Waiting to get you high,
Waiting to touch the sky.
All rise,
I fall,
Now I rise, and then fall,
Time feels like a midnight ride
Finality waits outside,
Weeping in perplexitys´ arms