Oh Stephanie, never stop believing. What are they gonna do about the Li’l Stinker? And will Anya really behave, and not want to frolic with Larry?
Won’t someone think of the poor war chickens?
We’ll get to that. Before we do, however, we’re gonna peek in at our heroes and heroines at work, where they run into… well, that’d be giving it away. You’ll just have to stay tuned!
UPDATE: Well, obviously there’s not a new comic. It’s almost done, I promise. And this should be my last week of two jobs, so I’ll have more time to keep to a regular schedule soon. Thanks for your patience!
And Pops and TooOldToBeCool, I couldn’t add this in the comments…
If I were Larry, I would be more apprehensive that Anya might recruit
Robie as a lookout (or something), seeing as he’s always been just a little too ready for mischief. ^^
You raise a good point, D-v. Would Robespierre’s love of mischief cause him to help Anya out? Or does he fear Edison’s mommyvision?
He’ll probably keep an eye on Stephanie. He doesn’t want to really hurt her. Of course, sometimes he forgets…
Let Robie sit on the table during the catecomb run with the CLEAR understanding that if he misbehaves he will spend the rest of the evening in the dark next to the fish stix and sherbet.
Freezer be darned. I give the Li’l Stinker about 10 minutes of sitting still before he erupts in a maelstrom of impish devastation.
Though I like your idea of discipline. Unfortunately, he can break out.
Ah, but he had an accomplice on the outside when he made that break, and she’s not going to make that mistake again. Not that she isn’t all about making mistakes again and again and again, but she’s out of town at the moment.
Very true, Pops.
I can see Larry popping Robespierre into the freezer to “cool off.”
And five minutes later, Stephanie sneaking into the kitchen, letting him out, and hiding him under her shirt to warm him back up.
Which would lead to a whole ‘nother comic…
The lil’ stinker would look lousy in a wimple.
Everyone looks lousy in a wimple. That’s the whole point of wimples.
It’s okay every once in a while, as long as it doesn’t become a habit.
….
Maybe it isn’t Robie who should be stuffed in the freezer compartment for a time-out.
But I have to admit, that drawing of Sister Robespierre Hexapod is quite arresting. I was on the receiving end of that baleful stare in my elementary school days. Which order do you suppose Sr. Robie belongs to? Charlie should run a contest to name it!!!
That’s a great idea, Pops!
What do you think? To what order does Sister Robespierre belong to?
I vote for Saint Spreservus, the Patron Saint of Mischief and Mayhem.
Or maybe Saint Sgomarchingin, Patron Saint of Bacon Snatching.
Ah, yes. Unmovable brat versus irresistible thirst. Can’t wait to see which one wins that battle.