If you are not familiar with the climatic song from the Octonauts and the Great Barrier Reef I highly recommend it. Truly powerful stuff.
Kids are a joy! Really! You should try taking mine for a few days—heck! a few weeks! It’s a hoot seeing her process everything that happens in song. My only recourse now is to create an even catchier song with my version of events. Then and only then will victory be mine.
Have you ever wanted to just disappear after singing an ode to your favorite aunt, only to realize that she is sitting in the same room, listening to your improvised ditty? Then this, dear reader, is a comic for you.
It was great to have Glomo with us for a couple weeks! Questions are already being asked about where she is, how far away D.C. really is, and when she’s getting back. Time will tell!
I’ve never met the Muffin Man, but I’ve heard the stories. There was a kid a couple years older than me, but in third grade, who said he wasn’t scared of the Muffin Man, and snuck into his house on Drury Lane. The next day at school he wasn’t there, but there was a single muffin sitting in his chair. We never saw him again.
It is incredible that butterflies can ever get to where they’re going. They travel the whole dang world! But also incredible is this really funny meme I’m checking out. It so captures this whole mood. Here, I’ll send it to you.
A regrouping! Let’s see what the dog owners have up their sleeves. From the looks of things, it involves some sort of trick football play. Look, they love their dogs, that doesn’t make them great at strategy.
A palate cleanser, of sorts. Maybe they are all nice people and just want to go inside and join the dog party. That is possible! You don’t know! Anyway, nice to get a break from drawing dogs and draw dozens of buildings instead.
I can’t help but wonder if this guy uses the same joke every time he busts up a dog joint or if he comes up with new ones each time. Everyone else must be so sick of hearing them. How exhausting to have a boss like that! No one likes your jokes, Gary!
I’m 99% certain that dog speakeasies exist in New York; I’ve just never been invited to them. Gonna try to get on a regular schedule for these. We’ll see how that goes.
Huh did I not write anything for this one? Well hey, I think the point is well taken that I do not approve of running blindly through the streets and just bumping into people. VERY. RUDE.