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Kittens: mew! mew! mew! -- (The kittens bash the door of the coffee shop down) <***KISH***> -- Torg (in chef hat; holding menu): Welcome to Shez' Coffe' du Shoppe'! Today's special is crème de la crème! -- (The kittens drink milk that Riff has poured into bowls on bar, while Flaky and Zoë look on) <lap lap lap lap lap lap lap lap> -- (Flaky smiles; Zoë and Torg hug; Sid and Ed cheer) -- (Zoë and Riff hug, Sid and Riff shake hands) -- Torg: What now? Flaky: My fate is to care after these kittens until I die. That is what I shall do. Sid (putting a hand on Flaky's shoulder): Ed and I will help. Were [sic: should be "We're"] all that's left of a group determined to hold Satan's forces at bay. It seems God has placed us where we need to be. Riff: And we're going to make a break for my SUV before the twist ending happens. -- (Riff, Zoë and Torg run out of the coffee shop; Torg carrying the catatonic Angela) -- Caption: THE END -- Flaky: "Twist ending?" What is he talking about? Ed: *Wait there's only 15 kittens here!* -- Ed: Oh yeah! Three are "milked" at the cabin. (Flaky irritably looks at Ed) -- Caption: We thought that was the end, but we meant this is the end. -- Sid (raising fist with evil grin): And now the kittens are *mine!* I can complete Commander Clown's plan! *You've all been my dupes!* -- Sid: Just kidding! Ed (grabbing Sid by the collar and lifting him): *Don't do that!* -- Caption: OK, THIS IS THE END. -- (Torg peeks into the coffee shop) Flaky: Torg! What are you doing back here? Torg: There's something very important I forgot to do! -- Torg (kicking the kittens): *Dumb-* <PUNT!> *stupid-* <PUNT!> *Satanic-* <PUNT!> *kittens-* <PUNT!> -- Credits: Sluggy Freelance Presents KITTEN II Kitten 1 - Rachel Abrams Kitten 2 - Darren Bleuel Kitten 3 - Jeff Darlington Kitten 4 - J.D. Frazer Kitten 5 - Ian McDonald Kitten 6 - Maritza Campos Kitten 7 - Jeff Rowland Kitten 8 - That Goats-Guy Kitten 9 - Trillian Kitten 10 - Zigfluffernutter --- Side panel: You've been watching "KITTEN II" Next on OnSnore! The high-stakes senile slaughter continues in "Cribbage Massacre 3 - Pegged Again!" OnSnore! - Credits: II Kitten 1 - Rachel Abrams Kitten 2 - Darren Bleuel Kitten 3 - Jeff Darlington Kitten 4 - J.D. Frazer Kitten 5 - Ian McDonald Kitten 6 - Maritza Campos Kitten 7 - Jeff Rowland Kitten 8 - That Goats-Guy Kitten 9 - Trillian Kitten 10 - Zigfluffernutter Kitten 11 - Joe Sunday Kitten 12 - Bob Tuesday Kitten 13 - Red Pooki Kitten 14 - Mike Scandisco Kitten 15 - Phil Foglio Kitten 16 - William Windom [?] | Flag | ||||
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-- Pizza guy: Listen, buddy. God doesn't order Domino's! -- Stephen Hawking: God not only orders Domino's, he also sometimes orders it with toppings you've never heard of! Hello? ... Hello? Poster on wall behind Stephen: A Brief History of Thyme: A cookbook for physicists -- Torg (as a Man-Donkey): Riff? What will happen to us if Gwynn loses? Riff: You mean like this? *TAKE THIS YOU DEMON BASTARD!* -- (He shoots Gwynn with the laser-cannon) <***Zappo!***> -- </Flash forward> Torg and Oasis' girl-donkey daughter: Dad!! Joey's being an ass! Oasis: He's /*your*/ son! === Comic Footer: Artwork by Michael Scandizzo === NOTE: This week by the great _Mike Scandizzo_ <http://www.inertsoap.com/>! | Flag | ||||
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Byline: MSNBS | Socky -- ("News 62" "Live" shows Chen being taken away; the scene is labeled "ARREST") -- Babewatch News: ... Files transferred from the computer of missing and presumed dead employee Mike Scandisco lead investigators to the twisting road of financial corruption, which lead to suspicion of murder. -- Byline: O'Really factor O'Really: They shredded all the documents! Everything! Expert: It's a calculated risk. It tells you that whatever penalty they would suffer for impeding the investigation is less than what criminal charges they would have gotten had those documents been found. O'Really: If that's what Chen was thinking, /he's got to answer to the American people!/ -- Stone Johnson: ... Nifty News Fifty Special Report on: Hereti-Corp: "Bad Guys or Good Business?" Byline: Nifty News 50 -- Stone Johnson: Hereti-Corp was founded many years ago by Dr. Steven Hereti. But in the last twenty years it has been... -- (Gwynn places a jar of salsa in front of Bun-Bun) Gwynn: Alfalfa-tea for Bun-Bun... -- (Gwynn places a bottle of "No Lata" beer in front of Kiki) Gwynn: /Decaffeinated/ cola for Kiki... Kiki: *oooh!* -- Gwynn: And two green teas for you two. (Riff snatches Kiki's beer) <SWIPE> Kiki: Darn. -- Torg: So, how's the fit? Riff (touching his shades): Comfortable. Thanks. -- Torg: Didn't like those gold shades. Consider it a belated "Sorry-I-Shot-You Day" gift. Probably the last thing I'm buying since the government froze my bank accounts. Riff (suspiciously eying his cup of tea): They were tied to AyleeOrgNet, which was tied to Hereti-Corp, and now it's all falling apart. -- (Torg removes a sock from his tea) Torg: Couldn't happen to a nicer company. Aylee: You going to drink that? Riff (holding his empty tea cup upside down): I have spare shades. Maybe we should hock these to buy new glasses for Ms. Magoo over there before she poisons us. -- Gwynn: *That's it, Riff! Sure my prescription's astronomical without benefits but I will find a way to pay for them myself! -- Gwynn (yelling at Kiki): *DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YOU COMPLETE IDIOT??* Kiki (hanging her head): yus. -- Riff: I'm over here, Gwynn. Torg: Rent is coming due. We need a way to make money. Aylee (chewing on the sock Torg had pulled out of his tea): I could start another web design company. -- Riff, Gwynn, Torg and Bun-Bun: ****NO!!!**** | Flag | ||||
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Broadman: We're going to try taking more phone calls on your wacky life today "Lesley". Get you more in the conversation. Zoë (reading a newspaper -- trying to ignore them): Whatever. -- Broadman: Check out the Japanese woman who's being cold to me after yesterday's rants I made on... oh, I dunno, /the Japanese and women?/ Zoë: I'm not Japanese. -- Broadman: You gotta be more thick skinned for this job, missy! Midgetski: She's doing fine. Zoë: Listen to Broadman. -- Broadman: *What? no,* I'm Broadman! He's "Midget". Midgetski: Mike Midgetski! -- Broadman: /*Hey!*/ You thought... -- Broadman: Because... I... You.... /*You . . . .*/ -- Broadman: **HEIGHT RACIST!** Midgetski: (*)Gasp!(*) Zoë (trying to be nonchalant and still "reading" her newspaper): Now who's being short skinned. -- Zoë (wincing): ugh... THIN SKINNED! *THIN* SKINNED! Broadman: **I'm calling management!** (Midgetski is stifling a giggle) | Flag | ||||
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=== (Gwynn, battered, is on a computer in a cubicle) Torg: Gwynn! Let's go! What are you doing? Gwynn: This is Mike's cubicle! He was a friend of mine. He's found these financial records! -- Torg: Sure, like you didn't just minimize Solitaire! Gwynn: It was already open! *I swear!* -- (Elsewhere, the Mark 5 and Killum's Hereti-Corp robot are struggling...) -- (The Mark 5 fires a salvo of missiles. Some hit the Hereti-Corp robot, but some miss, exploding elsewhere and causing the cubicle next to Torg and Gwynn to blow up) -- Gwynn: OK, maybe I /can/ speed up a little! Torg: *Quick! Put the three of clubs over there!* -- (The Hereti-Corp robot's right arm is severely damaged by the salvo) Killum: *My turn.* -- (Killum aims the weapon in his robot's left arm at the Mark 5 and powers it up) <**OOOOOUUU**> | Flag | ||||
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=== Stone Johnson: This is Stone Johnson. Despite rumors that both Pete and Tom-The-Shirt-Guy have fallen into mysterious comas, Sluggy Freelance somehow continues. Qwirky Waltons has the Story... Inset graphic (an image of Pete in bed): Sluggy in crisis! -- Qwirky Waltons: Stone, in this time of crisis, somehow enemies have joined forces to find a replacement artist at this critical time. Dr Schlock, can you give us any details? Byline: LIVE | NIFTY NEWS 50 -- Dr. Irving Schlock: We had budget limits and union issues, but through my professional connections I was able to find us an inexpensive candidate who met the qualifications for a comic-strip artist! -- (Bun-Bun with a whip, facing a monkey on a drawing table) Caption: Editor's Note: Yes, Pete is still sick. Today's comic courtesy of Mike Scandizzo. Bun-Bun: *Draw faster, Monkey-Boy! | Flag | ||||
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=== (Torg and Riff are sitting on a couch. Speed lines in front of them, and gusts of 'wind' blowing their hair -- and a shower curtain behind them -- to our left) -- (Torg and Riff are sitting on a couch. Speed lines in front of them, and gusts of 'wind' blowing their hair -- and a shower curtain behind them -- to our right) -- (Torg and Riff are sitting on a couch. Speed lines in back of them, the shower curtain rings bursting, and gusts of 'wind' blowing their hair to our left) -- Riff: Okay, that takes giving Kiki cat nip off our list of "Things to do while Pete's gone." Torg: Hmm, well some furniture was broken. But no one was hurt... I'd call this experiment a success! <***CRASH***> Bun-Bun: Okay, which one of your nerd boys woke me up? <**Ka-Click!**> | Flag | ||||
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-- Stephen Hawking (narrating): This is called an alternate reality. (On the whiteboard is a dot labeled "Event" two arrows diverge from this dot, one labeled "A" with Riff and Torg stick-figures; the other labeled "B" with Riff in a dress and a fat Torg) -- Stephen Hawking: Personally, I think this theory is a load of hog-wash, and I tried to block this project's NSF funding. However, since they aren't receiving any funding of any kind, I present to you, SLUGGY FREELANCE ALTERNATE REALITY WEEK -- Starship Captain: Once all the extras are gone, establishing the alien's invulnerability I will discover the weapons which will give me an edge. Torg: What makes you think _you'll_ be the last to survive? -- Starship Captain: *What is this? A sci-fi thriller or a goofy buddy movie? -- Caption: Five years later... (Clothes-eating evil-moths swarm) -- Riff: I hate evil-moths. Chick: **peep!** Captain: *THIS looks like a job for emergency pants!* === Comic Footer: Artwork and concept by Michael Scandizzo === NOTE: This week by the great _Mike Scandizzo_ <http://www.inertsoap.com/>! | Flag | ||||
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Real megababe: Could you guys help me? I lost my makeup case in the bushes over there. -- Torg: *HELP WUH-MAN! ooh-ooh-ooh!* Riff: *ooh-ooh-ooh! HELP WUH-MAN!* -- Megababe549 Y'know, times like these make me want to invest in a push-up bra. === Comic Footer: Modifications by Tom Ricket === NOTE: This week by the great _Mike Scandizzo_ <http://www.inertsoap.com/>! | Flag | ||||
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-- Stephen Hawking: Sir, how do you respond to this diagram showing relativity breaking down where two fractal universes intersect? Is your theory of relativity simply flawed, or hopelessly outdated? -- (A skeleton dressed up in a pull-over sweater, Albert Einstein hair, and a pipe in the teeth, just sits there) -- Stephen Hawking: Perhaps I should allow the gentleman a few moments to "compose" his arguments. Heh heh! --- Torg and Oasis' girl-donkey daughter: Could you please pass the milk? Words on her T-Shirt: N'SUNK - <***CRASH!!***> - Torg (as a man-donkey): I wish your family wouldn't drop in like this. Oasis (kicking an hC soldier): Let's not fight in front of the children, dear. (Pun Demon makes an appearance) - Stephen Hawking: Less than a week, and already into reruns. === Comic Footer: Artwork by Michael Scandizzo === NOTE: This week by the great _Mike Scandizzo_ <http://www.inertsoap.com/>! | Flag | ||||
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Torg: The Orsintos Research Center might not be a total loss, Riff. There's no /proof/ that Oasis is a weaponized supernatural force. But we still have crates of Orsintos papers to go through. It's a long drive home. Can we listen to Zoë's "Bean and Jetski" radio show, please? -- Riff (frowning): I don't feel the need to listen to her rehashing our lives under assumed names. Torg (leaning down to turn the radio on): Well, Zoë's not living with you and Gwynn anymore so she's got no new stories to talk about. <CLICK> -- (Radio playing, Torg turning red) Mike Midgetski (from the radio): ...you mean the monkeys you bought for Gwen? Zoë (aka Leslie Bean; from the radio): Yeah! So they got into a bottle of Rick's best whiskey, and if you think /sober/ monkeys fling the doody, just wait until... Torg: You're right. Let's skip the radio! <CLICK> -- Riff (snarling): *You told Zoë about the monkey poop incident?* Torg (holding his fingers up to show a small distance): I minimized your retaliation. | Flag | ||||
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Torg: Look, in retrospect my party probably wasn't a good idea. I just wanted to have a party to cheer you up! It didn't turn out that way. Zoë: What? I'm fine. -- Torg: You know I never miss your radio show. It wasn't on last night. Some new guy was on. -- (Zoë stands in silence) -- Zoë (tearing up): They fired me. -- Zoë (crying/yelling): /*They didn't even let me in the building! They didn't let me say goodbye! They acted like I never was there!*/ -- Zoë: I know the business. I've seen this happen to others but not to me. They kept Mike on as a sub because of a long term contract, but they're hardly paying him. Between the economy and my ratings... | ...it's my fault. -- Torg: It was a good show! You'll find another radio station. Zoë: This was a /*fluke!*/ I was *never* supposed to be on that side of the microphone! My whole life has been *a random joke! /I'm nothing!/* -- Torg: *Hey!* You can turn into a camel! I wouldn't call /*that*/ nothing! -- Zoë: I've always wished I could pry the cursed gem-studded necklace out from under this tattoo. -- Zoë: It used to be so I wouldn't be under that camel curse. Now it's because I could pawn it for cash. Nobody's going to hire me now. Torg: Hey, come here. -- Torg (holding Zoë): I can't tell you everything's going to be all right but I *can* tell you we're all here for you. I hope that makes you worry less. -- Zoë: /Thanks,/ Torg. Right this second it /does./ | Flag | ||||
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(Fireworks bursting overhead...; a sliver of Riff (unidentifiable in this panel, except by the trenchcoat); Friend of Jake; Jake Chalmers; Min, wearing a shirt that says "I <heart> <Riff>"; Mike Midgetski, wearing a shirt that says "Bean and Jetsky"; Monica, wearing a shirt with a heart-shaped neckline, and a monogrammed "M", holding a stars and stripes cup, and giving the evil-eye to Riff) Footnote: (Triptych / Right) | Flag | ||||
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Zoë: No Mom, it has nothing to do with drugs. I'll look out for terrorists on the plane. -- Midgetski: Your Mom seems a little intense. Zoë: She's actually more happy than angry for a change! She worries about everything but it's been so long since I had a Christmas in Nebraska I think we'll both survive this one. -- Program Director: I know this is short notice but D.J. Honeygutz's Christmas show has been canceled since he got mauled by a bear and you drew the short straw. Bean? Midgetski? We all know that you're serious about your careers. The only question corporate has is "/*How*/ serious". -- Midgetski: Poor Honeygutz! /Hey/ the Christmas show'll be fun! Broadman and I did that one year! Callers called in with holiday horror stories as they were happening! Zoë: I'm a dead woman! <RING!> -- <ring!> Zoë: Oh-my-god! *Oh-my-God! /Oh-my-God!/* <*RING!!*> <**RING!!!**> -- <BEEP!> Zoë (panicking; into the phone): *MOM, I CAN'T TALK NOW, I HAVE A TATTOO AND DO A RACY RADIO SHOW EVERY SINGLE DAY!* <*click!*> -- Midgetski: uh... Do you think that was smart, Zoë? Zoë: It'll overload her. Buy me time to think! -- Zoë (tossing her phone to Midgetski): Have a free phone, Mike! Midgetski: Nifty! | Flag | ||||
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Midgetski: *No way!* Zoë (as Lesley Bean): I got a *better* story! /Tee Hee!/ Broadman: You normally do, Lesley. -- Zoë (as Lesley Bean): I got a /*man*/ in the mail. Broadman and Midgetski: *No @#$% way!!!* --- Zoë (as Lesley Bean; narrating): This guy, a roomate named, um Bjorn, he went missing and this package arrived for him so we checked it to see if it held a clue to his whereabouts. - </Flashback> <**PRYYy...**> (A crowbar opening the crate) - Riff, Zoë and Gwynn (looking into the crate): **GASP!** --- Zoë (as Lesley Bean; narrating): You have to understand this crate was not too big or heavy yet contained a full grown crazy-man! Quartermaster Flipp: *I'm /free!/ I'm /*home!*/ So long "Timeless Space!"* -- Zoë (as Lesley Bean; narrating): Flipp said he was from the twenty second century and freaked when he found out it was 2005. Quartermaster Flipp: /*"Ballpark" my Patootie(*), you magic stupid floating head!*/ Footnote: (*)Patootie being the most offensive slang-term imaginable circa 2104. </End flashback> -- Zoë (as Lesley Bean): And we never saw him again. -- Broadman: Bjorn or the mailed-man? Because if /*(*)I(*)*/ was Bjorn I don't think I'd show my face after being caught mail-ordering crazy dudes. Zoë (as Lesley Bean): Bjorn came back, packed up his things, and moved out. But not because of the man in the box. It's because he hates me. And I don't know why. -- Broadman: I bet he left because your crazy made-up stories were driving him crazy. But (*)I(*) love 'em! Midgetski: /*@#$% Yeah!*/ -- Zoë (as Lesley Bean): That's got nothing to do with it. -- Midgetski: Aw! Lesley the intern's really broken up over this guy! Zoë (as Lesley Bean): No, he's a good friend... Midgetski: Lesley's hot for Bjorn! Zoë (as Lesley Bean): *I am not!* Broadman: Women are so stupid about these things. -- Broadman: As an aside to all you stupid women listening, when a guy leaves it's because you're crazy or he's done! Zoë (as Lesley Bean): *Oh shut up!* -- Broadman: Bjorn, if you're listening, call in! We can hook him up with a stripper and watch Lesley get jealous! Midetski: How about we get *Lesley* a date with a stripper to make *him* jealous! Zoë (as Lesley Bean): *This is ridiculous!* -- Midgetski: How about we call Bjorn and finds [sic: should be "find"] out how Lesley is in bed! Zoë (as Lesley Bean): *YOU LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!* Midgetski: *Lesley's hot for Bjor-orn, Lesley's hot for Bjor-orn!* Broadman: How about we cut her mike, her shrillness is hurting my brain. -- Zoë (as Lesley Bean; flashing cleavage): *How about you guys sit here quietly for two minutes and contemplate how insensitive you are to women!* -- Zoë (storming off): Grrr Sign: [EXIT] -- Cheryl: Whoa, Zoë, get back on microphone! | Zoë got a little *too* into character, huh guys? | Aw crap! Go to commercial, Hank! Hank: *You go to (*)hic(*) commercial and stay there, prostitute! Belch!!* === Note: Handy Reference guide: _The Crate Comic_ <http://www.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=050821> | _The Flipp Reference_ <http://www.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=060105> | _The Term "Ballpark"_ <http://www.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=060201> | Flag | ||||
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=== NOTE: Thanks to Sluggites James and Mike! This wonderful piece of Holiday Wars art was created by Hannah Mericle of _Chinchillustrations_ <http://www.chinchillustrations.com/>! | Flag | ||||
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Pierre: I found you! Mon' amie, may I com in? -- Sylvia (hugging Pierre): Of course! You look so... haggard! /Where on Earth have you come from?!?/ Pierre: I escaped the Strakoi a long time ago. I've been far to the north. -- Sylvia: Why didn't you come back to the circle? Pierre: /I?/ An escaped /'traded property' of the Strakoi?/ How would Lysinda have responded to the politics *that* would cause? -- Pierre: The Strakoi had no idea I was back in the New World and they didn't want to admit to losing me. I was *free.* Pierre: And when the Lysinda circle fell... There was nothing to go home to. -- Pierre: I lived relatively peacefully and happily in Nunavut. One day I heard you survived. And this other vampire, spoken of in whispers.. /Sam./ Pierre: And then came the day when all the Vrykolakas exploded and it felt like the world was ending. I felt a longing for... family. And here you are at Lysinda's favorit [sic: should be "favorite"] Haeddre. -- Syvia: We are now *three* Vorpyr. *We can rebuild the Vorpyr.* Urja: With an army of well-trained Mamajamas I will create for the king. -- Pierre: /Mama'.../ Que veux-tu dire? Sylvia: Don't ask. Pierre: What army? What king? Sylvia: /*Sam!*/ -- Urja: A new king of the Vorpyr will arise as Drakku did before him. *And unify the vampires against the Strakoi!* Sylvia: Oh Pierre. Maybe I am blinded in joy for seeing you, but I think I am feeling... /Hope!/ -- Pierre: /All of us unified under this legendary Sampire!/ There is much to consider, but you both seem so sure! When can I meet our new king? Urja: As soon as we drag his staked-husk out of the broom closet. Sylvia: No rush! Urja: Agreed. -- The Sam Singers (all lying on the floor around the mike, with stakes in their hearts): ***SAM's DA KEEE-iii-EEENG! <musical note> <musical note> <musical note> <musical note> (Sam - or rather the staked husk of Sam, amongst the brooms - gives two thumbs up from his "Sam Cirkail Mamajama" circle) Panel footer (drawn sort of like the Star Wars preludes): ***THE CIRCLE ENDS. THE WAR OF THE VAMPIRE KING BEGINS.*** === NOTE: Ref: Pierre (and 'sensing' Pierre) (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20151111>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20151118>) (_3_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20151130>). _Last time we saw the Sam Singers_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/151009>... | Flag | ||||
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Halloween: Oh this is not ending, Easter. This is just beginning. Aylee: *Bun-bun! Plan B's ready!* -- Aylee: They don't have any candy here. Bun-bun: No candy? That explains the lack of ferret-shaped property damage around here. Aylee: So I got some spiders, mixed 'em with Kiki and shook it up in the tube. Mikey: I suggested the spiders! -- Bun-bun (annoyed): I'm expecting a less explosive result. Kiki (hanging woozily out the end of the bazooka): Their bites make me sleepy! -- (The Pumkin-headed King of Halloween swoops Bun-Bun up in his hand as his face is growing rapidly back to normal) <**SWOOP!**> Pumpkin King: Got any other tricks, my treat? (Bun-Bun pulls out his Glock) <KLIKKIT!> -- (Bun-Bun shoots the Pumpkin King in the face.) <**BLAM!**> <**BLAM!**> <**BLAM!**> <**BLAM!**> <**BLAM!**> <**BLAM!**> <**BLAM!**> -- Pumpkin King: Someone doesn't like me! -- Kiki (sticking out of the 'bazooka'): *WE'LL SAVE YOU, BUN-BUN!* Pumpkin King: Long wingless bat, this is a private matter between holidays. -- Pumpkin King: Hope you've got a "Plan C," Easter. Bun-Bun: Uh-oh. -- (The Pumpkin King leaves the room, still holding onto Bun-Bun) <**SLAM!**> Kiki: Bun-bun doesn't say "Uh-oh!" Aylee: Uh-oh... | Flag | ||||
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Spider (holding a lantern): *Run for your lives* Kiki: Wait for me, guys! -- (Spider fading away in the background, leaving Kiki behind) Kiki: Guys? -- Kiki (alone in the dark): /*Guys?*/ Who am I running from? -- Kiki: Where do I go? -- <CHK Woosh> Pumpkin King (lighting a match): Go? -- Pumpkin King (removing his top 'plug'): I do not know where you came from, stretched wingless bat. -- Pumpkin King (reaching into his head with the match): But I know where you'll be staying... --- Pumpkin King (in Kiki's face): *For the REST of your SHORT TORTURED LIFE!* - Kiki (scream stretched over two panels): /**EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE**/ - Pumpkin King: *HA, SCARED YA!* Actually you'll be staying in my guest room! It's quite nice! -- Kiki: **WHAAAAA!** Pumpkin King: What?!? | Flag |
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