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Scary Go Round : Java Rights [[A plethora of professors sit around a table, attending a staff meeting.]] / Mr. Daimler: Item 7, Last term's Verucca epidemic seems to have been thwarted by mandatory rubber socks. All credit to the nurse on that one. / Nurse: You know I refuse to be cowed by pestilence, Mr Daimler. / Mr. Daimler: Now to items 8-29B, budget. / Mr. Treasurer: Unfortunately classroom demands mean we will no longer be able to serve free coffee in the staffroom. / Teacher: I BEG YOUR PARDON? / Teacher: The only perk of this bleak existence is 27 free cups of instant joe a day! / Nurse: Hear hear! We're humans, not insects! We have RIGHTS! / Mr. Treasurer: But to satisfy faculty desire for steaming java would require cutting the pupil roll by 28, mid-term! / Mr. Daimler: Make it happen, Mr Treasurer! / Mr. Treasurer: But-- / Teacher: No one's been scalped at St Fleur's since 1894. But we're still big on tradition.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Teacher's lounge or conference room]] / Mr Daimler: Item 7, last term's Verucca epidemic seems to have been twarted by mandatory rubber socks. / Mr Daimler: All credit to nurse on that one. / Nurse: You know I refuse to be cowed by pestilence, Mr Daimler. / Mr Daimler: Now to items 8-29b budget. / Mr. Treasurer: Unfortunately classroom demands mean we will no longer be able to serve free coffee in the staffroom. / Angry blond teacher with glasses: I beg your pardon? / Angry blond teacher with glasses: The only perk of this bleak existence is 27 free cups of instant joe a day! / Nurse: Hear hear! We're humans, not insects! We have rights! / Mr. Treasurer: But to satisfy faculty desire for steaming java would require cutting the pupil roll by 28, mid-term! / / Mr Daimler: Make it happen, Mr Treasurer! / Mr. Treasurer: But- / Angry blond teacher with glasses: No one's been scalped at St Fleur's since 1894. But we're still big on tradition.
Scary Go Round : Abysmal Precedents [[Daimler, Headmaster, and Teacher are in Headmaster's office, discussing the coffe shortage.]] / Mr. Daimler: So which class are we to get rid of? Who do we like the least? / Headmaster: SG are renowned for backchat, smart-aleckry and horseplay. We would be doing society a favour. / Teacher: What a joy, never to have to stare at Esther De Groot's deathly pallor again. / Mr. Daimler: But how to do this thing? / Headmaster: It's Hallowe'en. Kids are always messing around with the occult. / Mr. Daimler: I've yet to see 28 16-year olds accidentally condemn themselves to a pandimensional abyss, Derek. / Headmaster: Bah! / Headmaster: In 1985, a pupil of mine took the school minibus and drove it into a potting shed. I'd call that a "precedent." / Mr. Daimler: Did he claim to be influenced by the Devil? / Headmaster: I sensed the Dark Deceiver's hand in the lad's love of rough cider and tomfoolery.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Mr Daimler: So which class are we to get rid of? Who do we like the least? / Derek: Sg are renowned for backchat, smart-aleckry and horseplay. / Derek: We would be doing society a favour. / Angry bond teacher: What a joy, never to have to stare at Esther de Groot's deathly pallor again. / Mr Daimler: But how to do this thing? / Derek: It's Hallowe'en. Kids are always messing around with the occult. / Mr Daimler: I have yet to see 28 16-year olds accidentially condemn themselves to a pan-dimensionl abyss, Derek. / Derek: BAH! / Derek: In 1985, A pupil of mine took the school minibus and drove it into a potting shed. / Derek: I'd call that a "precedent". / Mr Daimler: Did he claim to be influenced by the devil? / Derek: I sensed the dark deceiver's hand in the lad's love of rough cider and tomfoolery.
Scary Go Round : Suspiciously Salacious Lesson [[Uniformed students (Esther, Sarah, tall kid) are milling about in the schoolyard.]] / [[Inside classroom. On board, teacher writes, "Bob Crowley (1791-1901)".]] / Teacher: Now class, today we're going to cover noted mystic Bob Crowley. Do any of you know about Bob Crowley? / The Boy: [[raises hand]] Did he invent the spinning jenny, sir? / Teacher: No, The Boy, but I see where you're coming from. Crowley's main achievements were... / [[On the board, he has written "Developments in torture/ manipulation/ the arcane arts 'Bovril' hot beef drink".]] / Esther: [[whispering to The Boy]] This history sounds SUSPICIOUSLY SALACIOUS. / The Boy: I know! / The Boy: [[conversing with Esther as they sharpen their pencils]] He's not TWITCHING enough for it to be a nervous breakdown. / Esther: I heard, if they hold in the twitching, their whole head can e'splode.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[In the library]] / The Boy: This homework is pretty strange. How much do we want to know about the wickedest man in England? / Esther: Come on! You want to know all about him! / Esther: Virgins and potions and capes... and whips... and dip... / The Boy: This is your area, Esther. I don't want to get drawn into the seedy underworld of darkness. / Esther: What seedy underworld? / The Boy: I don't want to be discovered in the woods, covered in mud and sticks, gnawing a baby lamb. / The Boy: Crowley sure wrote a lot of books. / Esther: Go for the thinnest. / The Boy: "Silence, maggots", a Crowley primer. / Esther: That's the sort of thing we want. / The Boy: "Bob Crowley was known by many names. Delicious Beast, Black Bob, Saucy Bob, Doktor Proktor..." / Esther: But never "Pappy Sunshine". What an injustice.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Inside the library]] / The boy: This homework is pretty strange. / The boy: How much do we want to know about the wickedest man in England? / Esther: Come on! You want to know all about him! / Esther: Virgins and potions and capes... and whips... and dip... / The boy: This is your area, Esther. I don't want to get drawn into the seedy underworld of darkness. / Esther: What seedy underworld? / The boy: I don't want to be discovered in the woods, covered in mud and sticks, gnawing a baby lamb. / The boy: Crowley sure wrote a lot of books. / Esther: Go for the thinnest. / The boy: "Silence, Maggots", a Crowley primer. / Esther: That's the sort of thing we want. / The boy: "Bob Crowley was known by many names. Delicious Beast, Black Bob, Saucy Bob, Doktor Proktor..." / Esther: But never "Pappy Sunshine". What an injustice.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison The Boy: Do you want to go home and write this Crowley nonsense up? / Esther: I would, but I have boxing class. / The Boy: Ha ha! Boxing class! / Esther: Is that so difficult to believe? / Esther: This is a vicious world, the Boy. You need to know how to look after yourself. You should come with me! / The Boy: Look at me, Esther. I'd roll up my sleeves, but I don't think you're ready for this gun show. / Esther: Yeah, maybe you shouldn't... you'd look wrong if you got too tough... like... Ha ha, never mind. / The Boy: What? / Esther: An attack chihuahua.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Inside the library]] / The boy: Do you want to go home and write this Crowley nonsense up? / Esther: I would, but I have boxing class. / [[Exiting the library]] / The boy: Ha ha! Boxing class! / Esther: Is that so difficult to believe? / [[On the street]] / Esther: This is a vicious world, the boy. / Esther: You need to know how to look after yourself. / Esther: You should come with me! / The boy: Look at me, Esther. / The boy: I'd roll up my sleeves, but I don't think that you are ready for THIS gun show. / [[At bus stop]] / Esther: Yeah, maybe you shouldn't...You'd look wrong if you got too tough...like... / Esther: Ha ha. Never mind. / The boy: WHAT? / Esther: An attack Chihuahua.
 
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison The Boy: Dad, what does it mean when a girl asks you to go to her boxing class? / The Father: Well son, that's complex. In my day, I was beating off girls with a stick. Then I met your mother and I buried the stick. No idea where it is now. / The Boy: Well, I don't know if me and Esther... / The Father: Esther? The one who looks like... like... / The Mother: Like she could bring a plague upon the home? / The Father: Excellently put, Mother. / The Boy: She's a nice girl! / The Father: Son, son. "Nice girl" means daisy chains and kittens. Taxidermy, pet raven, red flag. Pass the peas, Mother.
Scary Go Round : Sandwiches of Despair [[Class is dismissed.]] / Teacher: Now class, remember... don't use any of these equations to open up a gateway to Hell. At least, not on school premises! / The Boy: Milford, is it me or is every lesson we've had this week tied in to the Black Arts? / Milford: No idea! I just write down what they say so I can learn it and forget it later. Usually I'm so bored I'm in a trance. / Milford: Do you want to go and get some chips? / The Boy: No, my mum made me sandwiches. If I don't eat them, I get the guilt. / The Boy: Now, Erin. / Erin: Hello, The Boy! What's in your sandwiches? / The Boy: By the looks of things, despair. Wow. Second day in a row.
Scary Go Round : All-Satanic Curriculum Erin: So I hear you've been switched to an all-Satanic curriculum. / The Boy: It's EXHAUSTING. Endless illuminated pictures of people's insides being eaten by man-wolves. Every lesson ends with a smirk, a wink, and "don't try this at home". / Erin: It must be part of some multi-faith, multi-cultural governmental experiment. / The Boy: Well, it could be. / Erin: Or the whole staff could be in the grip of the MIGHTY SHI-TAN / The Boy: Satan's like Father Christmas or the Easter Bunny, Erin. / Erin: The Easter Bunny is easily the weirdest thing anyone as ever invented. He's a bunny, but he's huge. And how does he get all those eggs? What must chickens think of the Easter Bunny? / The Boy: A cross between the predator and King Herod.
Scary Go Round : Overheard Staffroom Erin: I've finished, sir. / Teacher: Good. Could you run this note up to Mr Banks in the staffroom please? / [[Poised and ready to knock, Erin hears voices from the slightly-ajar staffroom.]] / Teacher 2: No matter how much we tell them about the Black Arts, they refuse to take them up! / Teacher 3: I know, I know. / [[Erin peers inside the staffroom.]] / Teacher 2: We've got one jar of Nescafe left, ONE JAR. Then comes the DARK TIME. If Class SG won't condemn themselves to the pit of oblivion... / Teacher 3: Yes, we may have to INTERCEDE... / Teacher 4: No one wants that, but I have an idea... Is someone out there? / Erin: [[to herself]] SG! That's The Boy and Esther's class! I bet the note has something to do with this! / [[Erin unfolds the note.]] / Erin: "Banksy, you smell and your wife is ugly. Get used to it." / It's even WORSE THAN I THOUGHT.
Scary Go Round : Sleep-over [[Erin is in Esther's room.]] / Erin: It must be great being a Goth. I tried but it didn't work. Not enough angst for teh full transformation. / Erin: Clove cigarettes made me feel sick and I couldn't carry of "bleak". All I could manage was "grumpy". / Esther: I'm not a Goth, Erin. I'm just extremely DARK. It's my THING. / Erin: Isn't that like saying you fix leaks and like U-bends, but you're not a plumber? / Esther: I don't fit into society's easy little boxes. / Erin: Do you like vampires? / Erin: Would you let a vampire bite you? All Goths secretly crave the vampire's bite! / Esther: [[weilding a pumpkin-cutting knife]] After a certain number of stupid questions, a sleep-over becomes a MURDER-OVER.
 
Scary Go Round : Esther: ...But when they got her to the operating room, it wasn't a baby... / ...IT WAS HER CHILDHOOD PUPPY, RAFFLES. / Erin: Too horrible! No more stories, Esther. Or, no more stories that end in SURGICAL PROCEDURES. / Esther: I'm tired. it's your turn. / Erin: OK, well, this is a real thing. / Erin: I went up to the staffroom and they were talking... It sounded like they were trying to get rid of your class! / Esther: Get rid of us? / Erin: I'm sure they were just being sarcastic. / Esther: Maybe... They've been acting very strangely. / Esther: Are you any good at snooping? / Erin: I mind my own business! And any other business that needs minding.
Scary Go Round : Bugs Shelley: Hello small scamp! Are you excited about Halloween? / Erin: Um... yes! Esther and I are going to dress up as girl reporters. / Esther: We wondered if you had any appropriate props. / Shelley: Here's my old camera and dictaphone, will they do? / Erin: They'll be perfect! / Esther: Now all we have to do is find out what the teachers are plotting. / Erin: Could we single out the weak link in the conspiracy? / Erin: Who would that be? / Esther: Someone who can't control a class. / [[Scene cuts to teacher wearing a "BUGS RULE" shirt.]] / Teacher: Girls, I'd love to have you in Entomology Club. / Erin: We're all about the insects, Miss. / Esther: I rate the Daddy-Long-Legs and the Silverfish as my top two.
Scary Go Round : Blood of a Virgin [[Teachers gather in Headmaster's office. Entomology Teacher is in the back, clutching a purse/ dictaphone. Mr. Daimler is shirtless, handling a goat, and has a large red pentagram painted on his chest.]] / Mr. Treasurer: Are you sure we should be doing this? It seems so wrong. / Mr. Daimler: Bob, budgetary concerns supercede moral concerns! Goat please! / Headmaster: The incantation also calls for the blood of a virgin. / [[In an adjacent room (the nurse's office), a blond curly-haired boy is hooked up to a blood pump, which goes <>. Poster on the wall reads, "BATJEW SAYS eat an apple."]] / Mr. Daimler: Nurse has made the necessary arrangements. / Headmaster: And we have something personal from each of them? / Mr. Daimler: Chemistry coursework. / Headmaster: This is almost too easy! Now let me try to say it right. / [[Erin and Esther listen to the dictaphone recording.]] / Headmaster: "On Hallow's Eve, when demonds walk... The Death Beast rises up to stalk...": Oo-er / Erin: Esther, this is dynamite! / Esther: It's dynamite when you aren't the one being stalked by the Death-Beast! Whose name suggests that it is a BEAST who makes you DIE.
Scary Go Round : Come to the Party! Erin: Are you going to tell them about the (Hellbeast?) And how you're all (going to die?) / Lindsey: Who gave you permission to talk, Dwarfy? / Esther: Shut UP, Lindsey / Esther: Wait, Erin, are you still coming to the Halloween party tonight? / Erin: Sure. Because I LOVE hanging out with your friends. Oh, and DEATH. / Esther: Please Erin! You'll be there, won't you, The Boy? / The Boy: I don't like costume parties. Costumes make me feel weird. / Milford: We'll be there. I'll kill him before I let him miss a Roxy Postlethwaite party. We're gonna get WASTED. / Esther: Poor Milford. Like Byron, a doomed romantic. / Erin: Is Death going to want him all drooly and smelling of booze and sick? / Esther: That's the sort Death likes best.
Scary Go Round : Postlethwaite Waivers Erin: Esther, why are we going to a fancy dress party when your whole class is about to die? Shouldn't we at least tell them that the Hellbeast is coming for them? / Esther: And how would that help? Should we give them safety tips? / Esther: "When the Beast is raking you with its claws, stand in a doorway." / Erin: Maybe we could get people to hide. Inside lead boxes. / Roxy: Hello Esther, Erin. / Esther: Good evening Roxy. / Roxy: Now before you come in, I need you to sign this waiver. You break anything, you pay for it. You're sick on anything, you pay for it. / Esther: What's with the "Daddy's Wine Cellar" clause? / Roxy: All you need to know is that it is AWFUL.
 
Scary Go Round : Survival Instincts Milford: Lisa, I'm extremely good at wrestling. Do you know what I'm saying? I'm a GRAPPLER. / Esther: I like Milford's seduction technique. It's like a mouse trying to drive a tractor. / Erin: Stop being so calm! Doom is coming! Pretty soon it'll be Bloodbath O'Clock! / Esther: There's no such thing as Black Magic. There are no evil forces. Don't worry. / Erin: Oh Jesus. You're in denial. / Erin: What will it take for your survival instincts to kick in? You're my friend, Esther! I don't want you to die! / Esther: Have YOU ever seen a phantasm or a spectre? I haven't. And I don't intend wetting myself and gibbering until I do. / [[Something with horns, hooves, and a skullface is on the couch.]] / Thing: VARRRR VARRRR
Scary Go Round : Really Something! [[The Boy removes his mask. Esther and Erin and clutching each other.]] / The Boy: The looks on your faces! I guess this must be a pretty good costume! / Esther: A-A-A-A-A- I-I-I-I-I- / Erin: You ****, The Boy! You ****! You scared the Dickens out of us! / Esther: I thought you said that costumes made you feel weird. / The Boy: They do. So I made a costume that would make everyone else feel weird too. / Erin: Quick, look, look, Milford's going for it with Roxy! / Milford: Call me Fred Flinstone, Darlin'... 'Cause I'll make your BED ROCK. / Esther: A-A-A-A-A- I-I-I-I-I- / Erin: That was REALLY SOMETHING.
Scary Go Round : Mental but Gentle Erin: It's ten to twelve, Esther. I don't think you're going to be savaged by a demon. / Esther: I think you're right. Maybe our teachers are just brain-damaged by years of canteen lunches and being sassed. / Shelley: [[in car, wearing a Devil Bear mask]] Come on, quit gabbin'! I gotta eat ya! I'm the diabetic Devil Bear who hates comas! / Esther: Your sister is mental, Erin. / Erin: She's mental but gentle, on the slow slide to cat lady status. / Shelley: Did you kiss boys? I bet you did! / Erin: I didn't kiss any boys. / Amy: [[dressed as Princess Leia]] She's a heartbreaker, Esther! There will be man-tears across the borough tonight.
Scary Go Round : Bob Crowley Appears Headmaster: What time is it? / Mr. Daimler: Five to midnight. The deed has surely been done. Class SG have been dragged screaming into the void... and delicious instant coffee can be provided free to all staff members once again. / Crowley: Good evening. / Headmaster: W-W-Who are you? / Crowley: Some call me "Black Bob", others "Saucy Bob". I am Bob Crowley. You summoned me. / Mr. Daimler: We d-d-d-did? / Crowley: So how, sir, would you like to die? / Mr. Daimler: I'm not meant to die! We used the pupil's books in the ritual! / Crowley: Do not schoolbooks remain the property of the school? O bitter irony! / To my first question, I suggest you answer "quickly".
Scary Go Round : Paper Friends Erin: You look nice! Where are you going, dirty stop-out? / Shelley: I'm covering an evening with noted explorer Chester Jones for the Tackleford Cormorant. He's been to the Congo and seen some fat spiders, or something. / Erin: Why would you write for the local paper? They always used to write about you like you were a crazed idiot. / Shelley: Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, small sister. / Erin: Forgive me, how does THAT work? / Shelley: Initially there is mild shame. Eventually I expect them to become overwhelmed by guilt. So overwhelmed that they can NO LONGER ACTIVELY PARTICIPATE IN SOCIETY.
 
Scary Go Round : Adventurers [[There is a poster and books proclaiming "Chester Jones: Fat Insects and Gorilla Ways."]] / Ryan: Dang his achievements! I feel like my life is meaningless and full of wasteed potential now. / Shelley: He hasn't even started talking yet, Ryan. / Shelley: Adventures are dangerous, achievements overrated! That's why I'm concentrating on writing articles. / Shelley: No journalist has had an exciting time since the late eighties. / Ryan: Yeah, I guess you got computers for that now. / Ryan: But what about TV journalists in such as Iraq? That seems like a wild old ride. / Shelley: Lunatic thrill seekers! That is news that could be safely gathered with a periscope.
Scary Go Round : Gouging Pies Ryan: This Chester fellow is the sort of fellow ladies like. Looks like a lean future for this old bach'lor. / Shelley: Ryan, that is nonsense, your ladies have been extremely fancy! Fallon told me that one time a man tried to gouge out his own eyes, she was looking so nice! / Ryan: She was a looker, but that's all lies. It was PIES. He gouged out some PIES. / Shelley: PIES! / Ryan: We were at a bakery in Italy and she was wearing some real short shorts. Then an old fellow kind of lost control near some crusts. / Shelley: What happened? / Ryan: He stood there with all this pie in his hands, mortified. Then he broke into a real slow, slow Italian ballad. But I only understood the words "petticoat", "drainpipe" and "forfeited dowry".
Scary Go Round : Amy's Job Shelley: Are you coming to the pub? Chester's going to tell us how he lived among bison for six months! / Ryan: I guess I gotta. Now Time and Riley are engaged, he's probably my uncle / Ryan: My puffed up, self important, bison-huggin' uncle. / Shelley: Shhh! / Ryan: Where's Amy tonight? / Shelley: Amy has got a job, she's a working girl! / Ryan: That can't be right. What's she doin'? Something hideous I reckon. / Ryan: Drug courier, or maybe covering herself in jam in a burlesque show. Sittin' on cakes to delight major generals. / Shelley: No! Amy is good inside! / Ryan: "The management wish to inform people of a nervous disposition that tonight's show features trifle."
Scary Go Round : Chester's Proposition Chester: Ryan! How did you enjoy the talk? / Ryan: Well it was pretty good, I guess. I never knew a dude could be accepted by a herd of elephants. You know, using just a couple of bin lids and vacuum cleaner hose. / Chester: I sense you're a man who craves excitement. Sieze the day, my man! Adventure is everywhere! / Ryan: I dare say there's more adventure on the African veldt than on Tackleford Common. / Chester: Ryan, Ryan! / Chester: Tell you what, old boy, if you can find a lost tribe or new species within the borough... how does ten grand sound? / Sounds like a sum worth risking fallin' in a hole for. Just so you know, it's not enough that I'd eat a peaceful hobo just to stay alive.
Scary Go Round : Awake at 7:30! Ryan: Awake at 7:30! That's like gettin' a double length day! / Ryan: How come the newspaper never trumpets great achievement? Such as "Screwdrivers Found to be Lucky". / Ryan: "Poor, Horse-Faced Man Scores Excellent Bride". Or "New Locomotive Engine Cures Pox." We live in a drab age, Friend Bat. / Ryan: Man, I exist like a beast. An onion is no kind of meal for a man. / Ryan: Is it okay to go to the shop in your pyjamas at 7:30? Is everyone out there wearin' pyjamas? SURELY it's okay. Hell, it ain't like they're the pyjamas with that tinklin' hole upfront.
 
Scary Go Round : Tackleford Market Patel: Ryan, why will you not meet my daughter, Nina? I know you would get along. She was a finalist in Miss Pears! / Ryan: Aw, Mr Patel, I'd only disappoint her with my reckless and salty ways. / Patel: It is your loss, my friend, your loss... Ah, my little ray of sunshine! / Amy: Good morning, hello! Hello Ryan! / Ryan: You should have come out last night. We met the noted explorer Chester Jones. / Amy: I've met him, he loves himself. / Ryan: Man does he ever. He offered me ten grand if I could find a new and undiscovered species in Tackleford Metropolitan Borough. / Amy: Smug, so smug. I'd love to take that 10K off him. We can do this thing. Get right up in his grill with a three-eyed lizard.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Corner store / Grocery store. Ryan is purchasing a jug of milk and "Flakin'" (some sort of breakfast cereal?)]] / Mr Patel: Ryan, why will you not meet my daughter, Nina? I know you would get along. / Mr Patel: She was a finalist in Miss Pears! / Ryan: Aw, Mr Patel, I'd on disappoint her with my reckless and salty ways. / Mr Patel: It is your loss, my friend, your loss...Ah, my little ray of sunshine. / Amy: Good morning, hello! Hello Ryan! / [[Exiting store]] / Ryan: You should have come out last night. We met the noted explorer Chester Jones. / Amy: I've met him. He loves himself. / [[On the street, Ryan lights a smoke]] / Ryan: Man does he ever. He offered me ten grand if I could find a new and undiscovered species in Tackleford metropolitan borough. / Amy: Smug. So smug. / Amy: I'd love to take that 10K off him. We can do this thing. / Amy: Get right up in his grill with a three-eyed lizard.
Scary Go Round : Magical Spots Ryan: Lookin' through these local history books, we do have a lot of traditionally magical spots. The Troll Well, the Brownie Glen. / Amy: Do trolls count as a new species? I suppose they do. But I don't want our animal discover dismissed on a technicality. / Amy: I suppose if you have something wriggling in a sack, no one can tell you it doesn't exist. / Ryan: That's the spirit! We might not find a barking cat with horns... / Amy: That would be a gift too freely given / Ryan: ...But we could find an elf that's been mauled by a fox. / Amy: Yeah. Hit him with a rock if he's still squealing. / Ryan: Amy, that is NOT the naturalist way. / Ryan: This elf might be half of the last breeding pair. We gots to CARE for him. / Amy: Send him back out into the wild with red wine and Marvin Gaye records?
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Ryan Beckwith: Lookin' through these local history books, we do have a lot of traditionally magical spots. The troll well, the brownie glen. / Amy Chilton: Do trolls count as new species? I suppose they do. But I don't want our animal discover dismissed on a technicality. / Amy Chilton: I suppose if you have something wriggling in a sack, no one can tell you it doesn't exist. / Ryan Beckwith: That's the spirit! We might not find a barking cat with horns... / Amy Chilton: That would be a gift too freely given / Ryan Beckwith: ...But we could find an elf that's been mauled by a fox. / Amy Chilton: Yeah. Hit him with a rock if he's still squealing. / Ryan Beckwith: Amy, that is not the naturalist way. / Ryan Beckwith: This elf might be half of the last breeding pair. We gots to care for him. / Amy Chilton: Send him back out into the wild with red wine and Marvin Gaye records?
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Ryan: Thanks for comin' with me on my anthropological trip, Amy. / Amy: Thanks nothing! I need half of that prize money! / Ryan: Yeah, I guess you had it pretty easy livin' with ole Shelley. / Amy: Well...they say that two can live as cheaply as one. / Ryan: Hm, particularly when one of the two is well off and generous and the other is-- / Amy: --supremely skilled in acts of retribution? / Ryan: Petty threats of force don't alarm me. I'm like an armadillo. Bam! I'm in a ball. / Ryan: You could wail on me for an hour and all you'd get is red fists and cramps. / Amy: I'm not a puncher. That would show a tragic lack of imagination. I'd just snap all your cigarettes in the pub while you were on the toilet. The kind of psychological setback it's hard to come back from.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[At the edge of the woods]] / Ryan: Where do we start lookin' for the hidden beasts of Tackleford woods? / Amy: The woods are miles deep. We can just set off in one direction until we see signs of something more interesting. / Ryan: Remember, it has to be a new thing, to get the 10k. / Amy: Listen, Ryan, if we tie a couple of antlers to an otter and take a picture with a camera phone...it's going to seem very new. / Ryan: That kind of critter could haunt a man's thoughts. Though perhaps not to the same extent as the flying scorpion. / Amy: I beg your pardon? / Ryan: It flies. It stings, it sometimes sings.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Amy chasing a rabbit with her cell phone extended]] / Amy: BUUUUUNNNY! / Amy: How am I meant to compare animals to their pictures in my book if they keep scarpering? / Amy: Show some backbone! / Ryan: It takes a gentle touch. And less hollerin'. / Amy: Well, at least we've got "Chilton's Tree Rat." / Ryan: For the last time, Amy, that wasn't a new species of squirrel. We just made it so damn mad that you couldn't tell what it was.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Amy Chilton: BUUUUUNNNY! / Amy Chilton: How am I meant to compare animals to their pictures in my book if they keep scarpering? / Amy Chilton: Show some backbone! / Ryan Beckwith: It takes a gentle touch. And less hollerin' / Amy Chilton: Well, at least we've got "Chilton's tree rat". / Ryan Beckwith: For the last time, Amy, that wasn't a new species of squirrel. We just made it so damn mad that you couldn't tell what it was.
 

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