Paul pops up in magazines from time to time to check in with those who are still faithful. He's always congenial. He's always gracious. Pee-wee Herman, the myth, has started to trickle back into the public eye. Off the blacklist, a complete collection of Playhouse tapes is advertised at the bleakest hours of morning via infomercial.
Shirts pop up from time to time.
Herman's star inexplicably reappeared on the Walk of Fame in front of a poster and movie-memoribilia tourist craptrap. Building patiently on the shoulders of teenagers too young to readily recall his exile, the institution of Pee-wee Herman is finally coming back to a full circle. And Melancholy Hauser, the stubborn believer, is growing up slowly. Knowing full well that the world needs Pee-wee Herman in any capacity. Waiting for the third and final cinematic outing of his orignal anti-hero to go into production, smiling sarcastically at the prospect of huge lines of sudden fans who have forgotten, and by default, forgiven.