Five scrappy tykes (dubbed "The Stinkers" by stuffy private-school headmaster B.D. Wong) free a seal ("Slappy") from an aquarium and attempt to return it to the ocean. Standing in their way is Wong's stuffed-shirt authority figure—believe it or not, he is repeatedly hit in the nuts, humiliated in his underwear, and doused with a variety of gross liquids—and an evil animal dealer who wants to sell Slappy to a Bulgarian circus. For the most part, Slappy & The Stinkers (which bombed in limited theatrical release a mere two months ago) is just innocuous kiddie fare. But it doesn't give its audience a whole lot of credit, falling back on scores of poop/flatulence jokes and a bunch of sadistic, Home Alone-style violence. (Is any kids' movie complete without kids pumping their fists, grinning, and exclaiming, "Yesss!"? Or villains slipping on booby traps and landing flat on their backs?) Wong seems to have fun with his pompous, prat-falling villain. But it's hard to explain the presence of Bronson Pinchot, whose star has fallen so far that he's reduced to playing a slow-witted gardener/ bus driver who gives the kids a pep talk about how they should be proud to be stinkers.