Well, they are pirates, after all. Guess Caliban got hungry.
I bet you knew these two would show up. And it’s Roy* and Doody! Always fun to see those two as well.
Coming up next… honestly, I have no idea. Really. I have strips written, but they take place a little later. Anyway, I’ll make a strip that I hope you like.
It might get silly, though. You never know with these things.
Oh, hey! Big News! The M9 Girls are back! Chapter Two just started-with a bang, I might add. Head on over and check it out!
AKA (according to Amy) Johnny Tomato.
Silly, huh? Will there be chickens? ^^
Hmmm…. anything’s possible.
I have my doubts about Roy’s choice of tie. Not because he’s wearing it with a striped shirt, but because he’s wearing it with a piped blazer. Perhaps the Pacific Northwest has it’s own standards for such things.
You know, Pops, I thought and thought about Roy’s tie. It was the last thing I inked on this page.
I almost went with polka-dots (because it was silly with his striped shirt), but it didn’t feel right.
Striped? Too much, and Eleanor has a striped tie. Plaid? Too busy. Flowers? Maybe…
In the end I just took a brush and started blobbing. I figured that that was his “I ate spaghetti and don’t want anyone to notice I dropped some” tie. It’s kind of a cow print, but not really.
I was thinking of it as leopard-print, not cow-print. Black on tan. Many, many years ago my wife had a leopard-print swim suit, which may explain my misgivings about seeing it on Roy’s tie.
I understand completely. That would be kind of strange.
Reminds me of the story of Dan DeCarlo going on a cruise. He and his wife were at a costume party, and Josie wore a catsuit…
Pirates don’t wait in vans.
Well, sometimes they have to wait below decks until their ship gets close to another, but generally, yeah.
Miranda and Caliban got bored, started roughhousing, she probably tickled him, and before you know it, boom, the van’s on its side.
It *gets* silly?
Hey Robert! Hiya!
Well, I may go in another direction. We’ll see…
Caliban is not a van type
Not really a van fan. He doesn’t like confined spaces. It makes sense, really, when you think about where we first met him. Chained up in the bottom of a Spanish frigate.
“Nah, don’t worry about that guy. He’s just wearing a fursuit. Don’t worry, though, it’s hypoallergenic.”
They’ll totally believe it. Just don’t pull on his ears to check.