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January 5, 2017: Totoro

January 12, 2017: Deadpool

January 17, 2017: HAL 9000

January 26, 2017: Merida

February 2, 2017: Vulpix

February 10, 2017: Jayne Cobb

February 16, 2017: She-Hulk

February 23, 2017: Skeletor

March 2, 2017: Star-Belly Sneetch

March 9, 2017: Buffy Summers

March 15, 2017: Catwoman

March 16, 2017: Poison Ivy

April 6, 2017: Snow White

April 13. 2017: Thor

April 20, 2017: Ariel

April 27, 2017: Loki

May 8, 2017: Groot

May 9, 2017: Rocket Raccoon

May 10, 2017: Star-Lord/Peter Quill

May 11, 2017: Gamora

May 12, 2017: Drax the Destroyer

(Guardians of the Galaxy Recap)

May 18, 2017: Big Bird

May 25, 2017: Agnes Gru


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