Richie Rich annoys me in a way that only someone who has fallen from the faith can be annoyed. I used to buy Harvey comics on a semi-regular basis, and now I can't for the life of me understand why. What on Earth did I see in this annoying little junior mogul? More importantly, what did the other five million or so people see in him? Richie Rich, at one point, was the top-selling comic book character in America - the only character who's had more books out simultaneously bearing his name on the cover is Spider-Man. Am I the only person who finds this flabbergasting? A kid whose only defining characteristic is his wealth, and he outsold EVERYONE else? It must have been a sad period for American comics, is all I can say. Most of the stuff I enjoyed in my childhood I can still enjoy today, but not this. To give credit where credit is due, though, this IS one of the better Richie Rich stories I've read - probably because it has almost nothing to do with Richie Rich, focusing instead on his Little Rascals-type kid gang. If it weren't for the ending, there would be nothing to distinguish this from any number of other 'kid gang' stories.