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He’d won the lot for three hundred dollars—a gamble on a blurry eBay listing that promised “Misc. Laserdiscs, Animation, possibly Japanese import.” When he peeled back the tape, his breath caught.
The Art of Tom and Jerry: The Complete Classic Collection. A box set. Not the common 1990s re-issue, but the mythical 1989 Japanese exclusive, pressed on heavy, shimmering discs the size of vinyl records. Only 500 ever made. The cover art wasn't the usual slapstick silhouette; it was a delicate watercolor of Tom mid-piano recital, Jerry conducting from the keys, both frozen in a moment of pure, mutual joy.
The screen stayed black for thirty seconds. Then a single frame appeared: a hand-drawn cel of Tom and Jerry sitting on a curb, looking up at a star. No text. No action. Just stillness. The cel faded, replaced by a live-action black-and-white video—grainy, handheld. A man in a cardigan sat at a drafting table. He was old, white-haired, smiling. He held up a pencil. the art of tom and jerry laserdisc archive
“You don’t own these discs. You’re their custodian. When you’re done, pass them to someone who hears the quiet cat.”
Disc three was the anomaly. Labeled only “ Yankee Doodle Mouse (Alternate).” No mention in any catalog. Leo loaded it, and the screen showed a version of the 1943 short where Tom, instead of military regalia, wore a newsboy cap. Jerry’s bombs were pillow-shaped. The title card read “ The Peacemaker. ” A wartime propaganda reel that never aired—too gentle, too ambiguous. Tom and Jerry shaking hands at the end. The Hays Office had rejected it. The disc hissed, and a subtitle appeared: “Restored from Joseph Barbera’s personal reel, 1978.” He’d won the lot for three hundred dollars—a
Leo sat in the dark for a long time. Then he opened a new browser window, searched for “laserdisc preservation society,” and began to write an email he’d been avoiding for years—offering his collection for digitization, for free, no credit.
“If you’re watching this,” he said, and his voice cracked, “you kept the format alive.” A box set
The laserdisc had been mastered from original 35mm nitrate negatives, never transferred to video before. The grain was lush, the blacks deep as ink. Leo watched the famous opening—the MGM lion roar, then the curtain. But instead of the clean, broadcast version, the disc revealed pencil tests . Raw, rough, beautiful. Tom’s design slightly off, Jerry’s ears too large. Scribbled frame numbers in the corner. Hand-drawn timing charts.