Not only does the brave little toaster have a song where cars in a junkyard sing about how worthless they are before they are crushed to death but one of those cars drives himself onto the conveyor belt before the magnet can put them there because he wanted to die on his own terms.
Couldn't agree more, children's shows should absolutely be about peeling away the thin veneer of sanity that's all there is protecting us from the gargling, writhing chaos and madness that lies in the darkness beyond.
There are no cats in America is actually a deeply troubling introspection of American immigrant racism of both the immigrant and the recipient country.