At its heart is the idea that different groups can work together in harmony, from the family of giant Flumpy things above ground, to the race of tiny, industrious construction workers with an Amazon warehouse attitude to taking breaks. But a gentle sense of anarchy remains, and a winning randomness: why is there a sentient compost heap called Marjory? Well, why not? Best of all, the theme song is mercifully untouched. All together now: “Dance your cares away, worries for another day…”

So the question isn’t so much “will ’80s kids be happy with it?” as “will today’s kids be interested in it?”. Are the characters, with their sweet song’n’dance routines and Sesame Street-style messaging, sufficiently interesting for children raised on a sophisticated diet of Disney and Pixar?

Well, I used my own children as guinea pigs, and they enjoyed it. They particularly liked the dog. The slapstick had them in fits of laughter, and the daft language also appealed: “I’m an explorer, Gobo,” declared Uncle Traveling Matt,
“not some kind of goofbug.”

Moreover, it’s a kids’ show that adults can happily watch. It’s exuberant, inventive, wholesome without being cloying, and a good deal better quality than many things to be found on Netflix and YouTube. Introduce this show to the children in your life.