Episode 8- The Green Shawshank.

Now, I've never been to prison but I watched the "Shawskank Re-penetration" once on The Pornternet, so I'm pretty sure I know what it's all about and what we captured here...I think is the very essence, the turmoil and the prison sex that exists there. This comic strip today is about the friendship that exists between a hippopotamus and Morgan Freeman, which when you get right down to it, isn't that what life is all about?

Episode 7-Stand By Me

Train tracks are awesome. In movies they have always held the allure of a secret path, you start walking a railway in a city or town and it slowly disappears into someplace green and dangerous or wild and beautiful. And sometimes they take us to a place where you can poke a dead body with a stick which obviously was the inspiration for today's comic. We were tempted to just use the Cherry Pez conversation from the movie as the dialog but then we realized how ludicrous it was for a 7 inch plastic world travelling dinosaur to eat pez. This version we feel make way more sense.

Episode 5 1/2- Life happens...sometimes.

Hello! We interrupt this weeks strip due to life, our photographer fell into a bottomless pit, caught lycanthropy  , was kidnapped by the Tibetan chapter of the Illuminati and is getting married in 2 weeks so please don't judge too harshly. I mean, I didn't have any of those things happen to me and I showed up to work. Sure I live the pale shadow of what some call life. But is it really living? Who weeps for me? Not the French that's for sure (Just kidding France, I know...) Anyway, the moral of this story is life got in the way of the strip and we hope you'll come back next week because wow, next week's stuff is, like wow...I don't want to false advertise or anything but we were talking with a deaf guy about next weeks material and it cured his deafness. No joke, that is 100% truefact.

Tulips and Peas

        "I have slain the dreaded tulips of old Wester's field!" Shouted Miles to the fat orange tabby with the one green eye and one brown eye.
He waved his ancient family blade (which a more knowledgeable swordsmith would have called a fence board…from Wester’s Field) high over his head with a grand flourish in the style a that guy with the weird accent in that movie where you see the girls boobies.
        "I have slain the dreaded tulips and liberated the legumes, the people of old Wester's field shall know peas at last!" He roars as he falls to the ground convulsing in laughter at what he is certain is the greatest pun ever. The fat orange tabby with one green eye and one brown eye yawns.
        "And now I need a wench to slake my manly thirst." He exclaims as he flops to the ground. (Miles is twelve and he is pretty sure he can find a wench in his dad’s tool box, to quench his “manly thirst”? Kool-Aid of course.). He thrusts the point of his "blade" in the direction of the eternally bored face of the fat orange tabby with the one green eye and one brown eye.
        "Meow" says the fat orange tabby with one green eye and one brown eye.
       "And make it grape." Commands Miles.
"Meow."

Episode 5- Strange Furry Lands

Exploration is a fundamental force, it is that spark in the middle of our brain that compels us to seek out new things like cat belly. This is a true story, we had to use Wes' cat Clyde because my cat (yes I have a cat) is way too fat. We did audience testing on pics of him and after the screaming stopped we had them fill out a questionnaire. Okay it wasn't so much as questionnaire as it was so much a promise not to sue due to emotional trauma. If we had used my obese monstrosity of a sheep eating couch breaking sternum cracking fat furry hot water bottle it would have taken 32 frames just to capture his girth (and these frames cost cash monies). So we went with what we decided to call "The Hollywood Decision" and went with the more "svelte" model. Please don't hate us, we don't decide what is beautiful. We just try to cash in on it.

Jack

"Threre are three things to remember when climbing a beanstalk" Melody said. "Firstly remember that the large green leaves are made of the memories of small children, if you touch them too long you will find yourself giggling with wild abandon, or sobbing uncontrollably, it really is a fifty-fifty kind of thing."
Jack moved his gaze from the beanstalk to Melody, who had moved over to sit on a giant toadstool, legs crossed "indian style" like the picture he had seen in his mom's Cosmo." Why would that be a bad thing?" He asked.
"Well." She began, touching her index finger to her nose. "Say you are about to be engaged in a seriousness contest while climbing, well? You would surely lose if in the middle of your disertation on the globalization of the pumpkin market, you started giggling right?"
"I guess." Jack said wrily. "I will make sure not to touch the big green leaves if it looks like seriousness is called for."
"Excellent!" Clapped Melody. "Now, be careful when you touch the medium yellow leaves, for their touch will make you stop and reflect about your first love."
"That would be you." Jack interrupted.
A rose tint blushes Melody's cheeks. "Yes, well."
"Why is remembering your first love a bad thing?" Jack asked.
"Well, along with the remembering, comes an overwhelming desire to write bad poetry and sing love songs."
"Ah, I see." Said Jack, quickly shoving a scribbled piece of poetry into his pocket. "And the third thing?"
Melody slid off the top of the toadstool, her feet becoming hidden in the grass. "Whatever you do, no matter how many green leaves or yellow leaves that you must touch, do not...and I cannot stress this enough...do not touch the small red leaves." She said as she wiped her hands on her yellow dress.
"And why is that?" Asked Jack as he moved to stand before her.
"If you touch the red leaves, everyone who ever loved you will forget you." She shuddered. "And I cannot bear to think about that."
Jack gently lifts her chin and kisses her for three days on the mouth. He smiles "I wouldn't want that either."and then as he turns he whispers "Again...it took too long this time to get you to fall back in love with me." He looks over his shoulder and smiles and begins to giggle wildly as he starts his climb.

Epsiode 4- It's a Dirty Job

Comics are literature. I don't think that can be argued any more. Now I'm not saying our comic is literature, far from it. This web comic is pretty much cobbled together by a pack of rabid howler monkeys with ADD and a bottle of cheap tequila. No I am referring to the epic stories and minor tragedies we as readers have available to us. It is so easy to dismiss these things as childish diversions but the comics of today (from both the big 2 and the indies) touch on stories that are as every bit mature as anything in comparative literature today and they have the added advantage of being more accessible then some of the more dense texts. So go out today and discover for yourself a new comic. Or don't, we're not the boss of you.