Landing in a generational and genre never-never land, “Gold” is as wacky as the show — which is ideal for the under-eight crowd (which roared with regular approval at the Saturday morning preview) — but for ‘tweens and the millennial crowd that grew up with the show, it will be regarded as interminably cloying and precious and long past its expiration date. Songs about pooping and flatulence didn’t help.

Landing in a generational and genre never-never land, “Gold” is as wacky as the show — which is ideal for the under-eight crowd (which roared with regular approval at the Saturday morning preview) — but for ‘tweens and the millennial crowd that grew up with the show, it will be regarded as interminably cloying and precious and long past its expiration date. Songs about pooping and flatulence didn’t help.

Landing in a generational and genre never-never land, “Gold” is as wacky as the show — which is ideal for the under-eight crowd (which roared with regular approval at the Saturday morning preview) — but for ‘tweens and the millennial crowd that grew up with the show, it will be regarded as interminably cloying and precious and long past its expiration date. Songs about pooping and flatulence didn’t help.