When I grew up, Tom getting his head smashed by Jerry cracked me up everytime. After being bludgeoned, stars would float around Tom's head. That seemed like funny animation to me. When I was in 1st grade, my brother accidentally hit me in the face with a baseball bat. When I hit the ground, everything darkened except for white splotches catching my eyes all over. Each one shined for less than a second. But they constantly came out as the others disappeared. I remember the stars then the emergency room. That happened to me two more times in my life: a crackback in football practice and a kick to the face from my capoeira instructor. I don't want it to happen again, but you really see stars.