Captain Caveman’s Curious Critters

 Season 10, Episode 6

Whilst rummaging through the bits box in search of components for Captain Caveman, I previously neglected to mention that I had made an unexpected discovery. Nestled within the yellowed remains of another long forgotten Kinder Egg shell lurked a tiny, plastic elephant.  Now most sensible hobbyists would have smiled fondly, returned it to the box and carried on with the task at hand; I am evidently not most sensible hobbyists.  At the time, the discovery was noted and reluctantly set aside. Captain Caveman still required vast quantities of hair and there seemed little point introducing further complications into a project already involving peanuts, cake decorating equipment and minor acts of sculptural vandalism.  The elephant, however, remained.  Waiting. Patiently. Like some diminutive, plastic, embryonic inception.

One of the favourite, recurring motifs of the original Captain Caveman cartoons was the inclusion of curious critters that Cavey would produce from the end of his club or indeed from the mass of hair covering his body.  These often unwilling contributors would lend their unique skills to furthering the plot, and I would chortle at the cameos not truly appreciating at the time that everything could be made better with dinosaurs.  Now as Flaming June is all but extinguished, I wondered if I could include such frivolity in my Forgotten Heroes project?  Before I knew quite what was happening, one hundred and twenty ‘dainty’ dinosaurs were en route to Awdry Towers.  I would love to report that this decision was the result of careful planning and considered reflection. It was not. It was, however, available with free postage and as I write this dispatch, the true scale of this acquisition remains unknown to the Saintly Mrs. Awdry. 

My current strategy is based entirely upon concealment and the hope that brightly coloured dinosaurs might somehow, some day be mistaken for a sensible purchase.  I selected five likely candidates to become Cavey’s familiars and stashed the other one hundred and fifteen! 

Based and undercoated these were immense fun to paint.  I took some initial inspiration from the cartoon itself but in the end plumbed the depths of my paint store to retrieve the most lurid and underused collars I possessed.

Meanwhile the memory of the small, plastic elephant cracked, "Life... finds a way." One of the stalwart gags of Hannah-Barbera prehistoric world is the use of small wooly mammoths pressed into surface of their world. For example a mammoth sink makes an appearance in the Flintstones episode, ‘Bedrock Rodeo Round Up’ and a full blown mammoth shower turns up in ‘The Jetsons Meet the Flintstones’. Could my little plastic elephant be used for such a purpose? In the butchered words of Professor Malcolm,

 I became so preoccupied with whether or not I could, that I didn't stop to think if I should. 

Success criteria would include a more cartoon like pose, longer tusks, more hair and the small matter of creating the illusion that the trunk was emitting water.  I am starting to worry that this was no longer modelling, but more like experimental palaeontology!

There followed a period of genetic experimentation that would have had even John Hammond quietly reviewing his insurance arrangements as I set about disassembling and reconstructing the unfortunate pachyderm. I had an idea that I would try and make the elephant sit, using a piece of slate to achieve this, and in doing so elevate his trunk to allow the water to fountain out. Lashings of superglue and green stuff followed before the creature was trimmed, sliced and reassembled. The resultant abomination looked so very sad that there remained only one option, the Saintly Mrs. Awdry's cake decorating tool was summoned from retirement and once again pressed into service.*

*I am beginning to suspect it has now spent considerably more time producing prehistoric pelts than decorating cakes.

The fur covered a multitude of sins and anatomic anomalies although there was a call to do some running repairs to sliced off toes, the elephant’s not mine you understand.  The tusks were my next consideration and having removed its original appendages in the manner befitting a deranged, plastic poacher I attached superfine Milliput ones that had previous cured.  A little bit of sanding and some green stuff applied to conceal the cracks and the build was almost complete - just the small matter of the cascading water feature.  

Using a pin vice with a drill bit barely visible to my ageing eyes I had created a couple holes atop the trunk.  And so dear reader on to the true folly of this plan, a return to the UV resin!  What followed looked less like miniature modelling and more like an experiment conducted by a particularly eccentric Fellow of the Royal Society.  With the UV torch suspended above the desk, strands of twisted wire were slowly coated with resin and cured layer by layer until something resembling a fountain began to emerge. 

Leaving the ‘water’ aside to completely harden, the mammoth was given a lick of paint and then positioned for the final assembly.  I delicately threaded the ends of the wire, kept free from resin into the pre-drilled holes in the trunk and et voilà!  

Does it serve any meaningful purpose on the tabletop?  Absolutely not.  Does Captain Caveman require a woolly mammoth shower feature?  Equally no.  Did I enjoy every ridiculous moment of creating it?  Cavey would, I suspect, answer that question with a resounding… 

Captain CAAAAAAAVE MAAAAAANNNNN!

Captain Caveman on Ice

Season 10, Episode 5

At this point, with Captain Caveman assembled, a sensible chap should probably have tidied the workbench, cleaned their tools and moved on to painting our prehistoric protagonist.  Unfortunately, I still possessed spare peanuts, surplus Milliput and a single troll’s foot.  The outcome, in my mind at least, was therefore inevitable and a second Cavey was born.  This time I proposed a rather different outcome, one that paid homage to the opening sequence of Captain Caveman and the Teen Angels.  This famously sees our hirsute hero discovered frozen within a block of ice and it occurred to me that this might make a rather entertaining objective marker; what could possibly go wrong?   

Following the successful formula of the previous build, a second miniature was constructed and painted in suitably chilly shades of blue and placed within a makeshift mould constructed from scraps of plasticard and secured with a hot glue gun. Possessed of UV resin and a wholly unjustified degree of confidence, I began pouring the first layers.

The plan was simple, the execution, less so.  The resin was carefully tinted and layered as intended until a steady stream of bubbles began emerging from beneath Cavey's arm.  At first I was puzzled.  Then enlightenment dawned.  The peanut was hollow! The resin was entering the shell and the trapped air was escaping.  I am not ashamed to admit that this revelation arrived several minutes later than it probably should have.  Still, by this point, I was committed to the process and elected to persevere. A few bubbles could surely be explained away as imperfections within ancient glacial ice?  Unfortunately, the resin had not yet finished teaching me valuable life lessons.

Despite knowing perfectly well that these procedures should not be rushed, I removed the shuttering too early and promptly released partially cured resin across the workbench with consequences that can best be described as educational.  Following a brief period of reflection, several cups of Earl Grey and a stern conversation with myself regarding the virtues of patience, the resin was left alone to cure properly.

The resulting block required some considerable tidying up and at this point I encountered another of life’s great ponderables, how did all those impossibly talented social media resin wizards manage to restore crystal clarity after sanding?  The answer, it transpired, was more resin.  A final coating restored the transparency beautifully and although some bubbles remained visible, these were ultimately disguised with snow effects around the top and base where they now appear entirely intentional; sweet serendipity shines again. 

And so Cavey now exists in two forms, one ready to join the Teen Angels on their adventures and another patiently awaiting rescue after several millennia trapped in ice.  Frankly, given the amount of trouble he caused in his construction, I am beginning to understand why nature tried to keep him there in the first place!

Captain Caveman Gets His Coat

 Season 10, Episode 4

With the Teen Angels safely recruited and apparently intent upon solving mysteries through the vigorous application of firearms, it was time to return to the small matter of Captain Caveman himself; more specifically, it was time to confront the issue of the hair.  My original plan had centred around the Saintly Mrs. Awdry's cake decorating tool, a device which had already shown considerable promise when pressed into service for purposes entirely outside its intended remit. The difficulty, however, was finding a suitable material to force through it.

The elderly Milliput used during the proof of concept stage had proven rather too crumbly, so I turned instead to Green Stuff, that ubiquitous modelling putty found lurking in hobby rooms throughout the land. If it could be sculpted, reasoned I, surely it could be persuaded through the decorating tool; best beloved, it could not. There followed a frantic period of archaeological excavation as I attempted to remove rapidly curing putty from the Saintly Mrs. Awdry's cake decorating implement before awkward questions could be asked. Whilst I cannot claim the operation was entirely successful, I am pleased to report that diplomatic relations between the Kitchen and Hobby Room remain intact.

Fortunately, disaster was narrowly averted and the decorating tool survived to fight another day; my dignity, however, was less fortunate.  Admitting temporary defeat, I invested in some superfine white Milliput and turned my attention to another pressing problem, the cloak.  Unlike the hair, which merely covered approximately ninety eight percent of Cavey's anatomy, the cloak represented something of a mystery. Tin foil was briefly considered, as was card, before my attention settled upon an old blister pack lurking in the pile of shame.  The inhabitants were duly evicted then a little cutting, some cautious heating with a Zippo lighter and...

Well the first attempts filled Awdry Towers with enough acrid black smoke to suggest a papal election was underway.  Eventually, however, I discovered a happy medium whereby the softened plastic could be persuaded into convincing folds before rapidly cooling and retaining its shape. Better still, it would remain lightweight and flexible whilst avoiding some of the fragility associated with thin metal.  For once, a plan appeared to be working.

The cloak was carefully trimmed, repeatedly offered up to the model and adjusted until the fit seemed right. The trick, I realised, would be layering a foundation layer of hair first, then the cloak, before finally burying the joins beneath yet more hair to create the illusion that everything emerged naturally from Cavey's luxuriant pelt.

With the club attached and the remaining wire concealed beneath putty, only one final detail remained, the whiskers.  These wonderfully unruly appendages seem to possess a life entirely of their own in the original cartoons and so fine wire was drilled directly into the shell and secured with superglue. Once in place, they immediately transformed the miniature.  Quite suddenly, Cavey was no longer a collection of experimental components.

He was Captain CAAAAAAAVE MAAAAAANNNNN!

Captain Caveman and the Teen Angels

Season 10, Episode 3

With Cavey temporarily glaring at me from his peanut shell and the thorny issue of sculpting approximately ninety eight percent body hair looming ominously on the horizon, I found myself seeking distraction. As is often the case when sitting at my hobby desk, one project quickly became three and so I gladly present for your delectation, the Teen Angels, Captain Caveman's mystery solving maidens of mayhem

I wasn't looking to build or create new miniatures here, but rather re-purpose some existing purchases and so went in search of suitable young ladies to accompany Cavey, a phrase which sounds increasingly dubious the longer one dwells upon it and one best not repeated in earshot of the Saintly Mrs. Awdry!  That said, I quickly stumbled upon what I thought were Crooked Dice's Angels of Justice and a Double Agent that were already based and primed - Zowie!*

*I say thought, but latterly I have discovered that one of them is in fact a Lucid Eye Psychedelic Superspy, Julia Verne. 

Unlike the Hanna-Barbera draughtsmen whose original characters had a certain economy of line, sculptors at Crooked Dice and Lucid Eye were under under no such restrictions.  The proportions of these ladies are sublime and suggest they might occasionally encounter gravity!  Their delicate posture always makes me nervous, been used to more forgiving, robust sculpts, but in the end, I simply allocated a model to each character and had fun trying to match their respective colour palette.  Being cartoon characters, I had made the conscious decision not to worry unduly about too many layers of shading, just keep it tidy. 

Armed to the teeth, they perhaps owe rather more to Charlie's Angels than the Teen Angels, although one suspects mysteries would be solved considerably more quickly if Brenda really did have access to a snub nosed Smith & Wesson .357 revolver!

So whilst Captain Caveman himself remains very much a work in progress, the Teen Angels are assembled and ready for adventure. Quite what they will make of being transported from Saturday morning television to the rather more perilous environs of 7TV remains to be seen, although judging by the amount of firepower on display the masked miscreants should be considerably more concerned than they ever were in 1977.  As for Cavey himself, he remains largely naked, partially sculpted and alarmingly dependent upon a peanut shell; fortunately, there is still time to address all three concerns.

Captain Caveman and the Forgotten Heroes

Season 10, Episode 2

With my subject for Forgotten Heroes safely decided upon, it was now time to prove the concept and decide quite how one goes about modelling a vertically challenged prehistoric superhero whose principal distinguishing feature is, essentially, hair.

From the outset I imagined some manner of armature covered in layers of modelling putty; perhaps Milliput, perhaps Green Stuff, perhaps whatever ancient and partially fossilised packet I could unearth from the furthest recesses of the hobby desk. The intention was to roll out countless thin strands and layer them rather like some sort of woolly balaclava. Simple! Elegant! Foolproof!  Naturally it very quickly became none of those things.

The first problem was deciding what to use as the underlying body shape. At this point my thoughts drifted back to an earlier Forgotten Heroes entry involving Audrey II and a walnut shell, which had worked remarkably well thanks to the wonderfully organic texture. Sadly, the walnuts were going to entirely unsuitable for Cavey, but whilst trudging mournfully around the local supermarket with the Saintly Mrs. Awdry, I found myself wondering whether a bag of monkey nuts might provide the answer.  Yes, best Beloved, I bought the nuts.

Once safely smuggled home amongst the weekly provisions, a suitably Cavey-shaped specimen was selected, cracked apart and then reassembled into something approaching the familiar silhouette of our hirsute hero.  At this point I became insufferably pleased with myself and started muttering phrases such as “super scratch sculpting” under my breath as though auditioning for an episode of The Great 'Puttery' Throw Down.

Pinned to a cork and armed with elderly Milliput of questionable freshness, I began layering strands across the shell. Despite the putty possessing all the suppleness of month old Stilton, the effect actually started to work rather well. Different thicknesses of strands gave a pleasing sense of depth and texture and for a brief, glorious moment I believed myself to be some sort of tonsorial genius.  Alas, hubris is ever the

 enemy of the miniature modeller.

Upon placing my creation beside another figure for scale comparison, I realised I had not created Captain Caveman so much as an especially unfortunate alien lifeform from Doctor Who circa 1974. One could easily imagine Tom Baker confronting it in a Welsh quarry whilst the BBC Radiophonic Workshop made alarming noises in the background.  Still, all was not lost! The experiment had at least demonstrated two important truths, that the Saintly Mrs. Awdry’s cake decorating tool worked surprisingly well for producing hair texture; monkey nuts possessed genuine modelling potential.*

*There is a sentence I never expected to write.

Undeterred, I pressed on to Mark II.  This time I abandoned the laborious nut reconstruction approach in favour of using whole shells which were sanded down to shape. Whilst pondering facial features I remembered a small Kinder Egg troll lurking amongst the accumulated detritus of the bits box and on excavation discovered that I possessed not one, but two potential donors; the trolls were immediately marched to the operating theatre. marched to the operating theatre.

Their feet were removed with all the delicacy of a Victorian field surgeon, one foot promptly vanishing into the carpet monster and despite a lengthy search has yet to materialise, and then the salvaged limbs were attached to the shell. Once fixed in place I added a little filler around the joins before turning my attention to Cavey’s distinctive face. At first the Green Stuff flatly refused to adhere to the shell, sliding off with all the enthusiasm of a politician answering a direct question. A coat of PVA glue, however, solved the problem admirably and soon a rather bulbous nose was secured in place.

The eyes, however, proved rather more problematic.  What began as two tiny balls of putty rapidly flattened into something deeply unfortunate, but after some careful prodding with a sculpting tool I accidentally discovered that pushing the putty upward created surprisingly expressive brow ridges. Quite suddenly, and somewhat alarmingly, Captain Caveman began peering back at me from the peanut shell.

I am not entirely certain at what point one crosses the line from “fooling about with leftovers” into “actually sculpting”, but this felt dangerously close to it.  With Cavey himself beginning to emerge, thoughts naturally turned to his famous club. I rummaged again through the bits box in search of suitable components and although I discovered enough abandoned plastic to equip a small militia, nothing seemed quite right. I very nearly hacked a club from an old WizKids model before deciding that if I was already dabbling in sculpting then I might as well continue the madness.

Using a short length of wire as an armature, I built up the shape with putty before texturing the surface to resemble ancient, gnarled wood. Rather to my surprise, the end result looked… alright. More than alright, in fact, positively club-like.  So, despite setbacks, alarming moments of scale creep and at least one peanut based existential crisis, I now find myself with the beginnings of a genuine miniature thanks to some unexpectedly successful scratch building and sculpting.

The only remaining issue, of course, is the small matter of the hair and given that Captain Caveman appears to be approximately ninety eight percent hair, this may yet prove my undoing. 

Forgotten Heroes 2026

The World’s first superhero, a Forgotten Heroes 10th Anniversary episode 

"Set free by the Teen Angels from his prehistoric block of glacier ice, comes the world's first superhero, Captain Caveman!  Now the constant companion to the Teen Angels, Brenda, Dee Dee and Taffy in their hilarious, and sometimes scary mystery missions. Get ready for Captain Caveman and the Teen Angels!"

A chance encounter at Salute 53 with Jeremy Winstanley Esq. saw me receive an elegant Forgotten Heroes badge, a ten year anniversary special edition no less, and having accepted such a prestigious gift it seemed beholden unto me to take part in this year’s event. Although not blogging as such at the moment, I miss terribly the interaction with fellow chums and what better way to reconnect with some of them than to take part in an event that champions the camaraderie of a group of like-minded individuals. 

Those regular readers of this most humble of web logs will be familiar with the format for this event, but for any new readers* the idea is that during the month of June, you must create a figure of a character who has been unfairly overlooked by the companies who produce miniatures.  It can be any character at any scale, but the first post should provide an illustration of the character, as a point of reference. 

Those regular readers of this most humble of web logs will be familiar with the format for this event, but for any new readers* the idea is that during the month of June, you must create a figure of a character who has been unfairly overlooked by the companies who produce miniatures.  It can be any character at any scale, but the first post should provide an illustration of the character, as a point of reference. 

*other than the nefarious Russian SpamBots, yes I know you’re lurking out there!

The difficulty with any enterprise such as this is knowing where to start.  As soon as I waved goodbye to Jez, my mind started racing at the thought of possible heroes to rediscover, but it wasn’t until I stumbled across Crooked Dice’s 7TV game ‘The Eighth Wonder’ that a tangible thread of an idea presented itself to me.  I had always had an inkling to do something involving those ‘meddling kids’ and had even bought some miniatures, once upon a while a go, but never really explored it further.  Could there be another way to tap into the nostalgia of young Master Awdry’s childhood?

At the end of what had been a good visit to Salute 53, tied and exhausted and safely aboard the train home to the South Coast, my thoughts returned to the idea of a forgotten hero from my childhood.  Captain Pugwash sailed past briefly as did the idea of Wombles recycled from pieces of leftover sprue.  All had their merit, but not quite hitting the mark, but suddenly out of the dim and distant recess of my memory came a rallying cry, 

Captain CAAAAAAAVE MAAAAAANNNNN!

A firm favourite, Captain Caveman and the Teen Angels, was produced by Hanna-Barbera and originally aired from 1977 to 1980.  If of a group of mystery solving teenagers ably abetted by a monosyllabic hero sounds familiar then you won’t be surprised to read that it was created by Joe Ruby and Ken Spears who had found success with a similar format for Scooby Doo.  The similarities to Scooby Doo are very obvious and in fact Cavey, as he is lovingly known to the Teen Angels, would see a number of crossovers with not only Scooby Doo, but the Flintstones as well.**

**Wider reading tells me that the format was routinely redeployed by William Hanna and Joseph Barbera and included such titles as Josie and the Pussycats and the Funky Phantom, although I can’t claim to have seen these.

Captain Caveman is, by my reckoning a genuine superhero.  He has super-human strength and his club gives him the power of flight, albeit temporarily before it fails him!  This same club acts like a bottomless carry bag containing all manner of equipment needed to help solve any given case and what couldn’t be found in his club was often retrieved from the mass of tangled hair that covered his diminutive body.

Now I am hoping that this is going to be a relatively straightforward win, with regards to creating and modelling our prehistoric protagonist, but if experience has taught me anything it is that best laid plans often go awry.  As I type this, I am already wondering if it will be possible to include the Teen Angels themselves and perhaps their equivalent of the Mystery Machine!  Regardless of outcome, I am looking forward to the challenge and the opportunity to catch up with a good many of you along the way. 

Captain CAAAAAAAVE MAAAAAANNNNN!