When Season 1 began, you could count me among the skeptical. Clone Wars had just been canceled, the studio had announced it would tweak its animation style for Rebels, the whole Disney dynamic was scary and brand new, and I really didn't know what to expect.
By midseason, the bait was looking oh so tasty. By season's end, the hook was lodged in my mouth.
At the start of Season 2, I was being reeled in vigorously as I splashed and flailed joyously--lacking any aquatic artistry remotely akin to skiing atop the water's surface. After the season finale, consider me filleted, stuffed, fully cooked, served, and dressed with a sprig of parsley for your dining pleasure.
Also, after Episode 2.19 ("The Forgotten Droid"), I am officially smitten with Chopper even more than I am BB-8.