Doraemon -1979- Here

The two of them sit on a telephone pole. The bamboo-copter spins down. Nobita rests his head against Doraemon’s warm, round belly. The robotic cat pats his hair.

The title card fades in, hand-drawn, imperfect: Doraemon -1979-

The Drawer of Tomorrow

The room is still. Then, a soft click from the desk drawer. Not a latch. A mechanism. A low, mechanical hum, followed by the gentle poing of a spring. The two of them sit on a telephone pole