Mighty Max was a silly, surprisingly fun show that ran from 1993-1995 and was created solely to sell the boy version of Polly Pocket (those little toy compacts that opened up to reveal tiny playsets and plastic figurines). Max was a young boy who, it turns out, was a generic Chosen One, tasked with fighting monsters and stuff. He tromped around with his friends Virgil the talking bird-sage and Norman the hilarious quasi-viking. It was short, but the ending, as I recall, was actually fairly poignant for a show all about selling a toy.
The show had a fairly ordinary monster-of-the-week format. Myths and legends figured heavily in virtually every episode, usually providing the bad guy that Max had to fight each go-round.
One of my favorite episodes was this one, all about vampires. This was a kid’s show, but they didn’t shy away from freaky bloodsucking imagery and English blokes with bloody holes in their necks. (And to my UK friends, I can only apologize for the ridiculous, ridiculous fake English accents).
I like how the episode explicitly comments on legend, the distortion of fact, etc. The last exchange between Max and Virgil, in particular, has stuck with me over all these years. I don’t know that I agree with it, but it’s been rattling around in the back of my mind these twenty years (GOD I AM OLD).