Bad Halloween Costumes: Little Mr. Kotter
By Jeff on Oct 22, 2010 in Daily Distractions, Daily Scare, Time Wasters | 23 Comments
Originally posted October 27, 2007
My mom was pretty good at pulling together Halloween costumes for my brother and I when we were young. Even last minute, she could whip up a pretty sweet hobo outfit, replete with realistic bindles and burnt-cork five-o’clock shadows.
Once hoboed up, I couldn’t wait to go to the railroad tracks and warm my hands over a cozy garbage can with the real “bums” and watch them eat roasted squirrel and sharpen their stabbing sticks.
Mom also had a full-time job and one year she was just too wiped out to conjure up some creepy Halloween attire. So Team Lyons went to Plan B. And boy did Plan B. suck.
My dad swooped in and picked up a couple prepackaged gems from our local variety store (Schatzows 5 & 10, Belmar, NJ) on his way home from work. A tremendous amount of thought was not put into the purchase.
The costume box contained a semi-pliable mask (most certainly decorated with lead paint) and a chintzy, plastic smock that displayed the theme of the costume in an extremely low budget fashion.
My older brother chose first and was lucky enough to get the Vinnie Barbarino costume and he got to do his spot-on “What? Where? Why?” and “I’m so confused!” routine. Good stuff, D.J., good stuff.
Unfortunately, I got stuck with the frightfully afroed and mustachioed Mr. Kotter. Nice. Thanks Dad, the Kotter smock has all the Sweathog faces plastered on the front with their names to boot. That way I’ll never forget who’s who. Smart.
Quick question, wouldn’t it have been easier for the costume artist to design a simple tie and corduroy jacket ensemble instead of the painstaking work he poured into creating these incredible simulacrums?

An eight-year old dressed up as a schlubby, plastic-encased, middle-aged hack comic with absolutely no acting chops is not a pretty sight. I couldn’t even pull off the Kotter-doing-Groucho impression made famous by Mr. Kaplan, and every child my age could do that. I had nothing.
I wasn’t too motivated to go out in public and depress the neighbors, but I did, and let’s just say some serious tears spewed out of those little round eye holes as Sweathog-hating kids made fun of me while Barbarino was four houses up getting hi-fives and bagloads of Marathon bars.
After a few listless “Trick or Treats,” I plunked myself down on the curb and stuffed my fat cry-hole with some fun-sized goodness. Sure, Little Mr. Kotter was a wuss and acted more like a Horshack than a Boom Boom, but he knew next year would be different. Better! With the right pair of rainbow suspenders, striped shirt, lots of manic energy and a few well-placed “Shazbots,” he’d be back in business!
(Didn’t happen, hobo again.)
The website RetroCrush has posted the worst of these infamous, highly-flammable outfits including Chachi, Fat Albert, Space Ghost, GI Joe, the Care Bears and many more. Enjoy the painful memories.
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