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Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Desmond, Gibbous, and Ernest outside of Shelley's apartment building. Desmond is carrying a large dark end-handled piece luggage while wearing a sweater of broad tan and turquoise stripes. Gibbous has a light gray case slung over her left shoulder, wearing a dark blue fleece-lined hoodie. Ernest wearing a utility-pocket vest over a thick blue shirt. Presumably, based on Ernest and Desmond's clothing, it is later that night]] / Gibbous: [[to Ernest]] Well that was sure the weirdest meeting I've ever been to. How long has ginger been off her medication? / Ernest: Aye, she has a wild cast about her pretty eyes. / Ernest: [[To both Gibbous and Desmond]] But what have we to lose finding this beast, this "kraken"? / Desmond: [[distraught]] A leg? An eye? Some blood? / Gibbous: [[teasingly]] If you lost a leg, Des, it might even grow back! / Ernest: [[agreeing]] Arr. / [[The trio are now on the docks with the same clothing and carry-ons]] / Ernest: There is money in the capture of such a fish. / Gibbous: Yeah! And think of what we can learn! Failing all else, it's probably good eats! / Desmond: [[straining with concentration]] Grrrr... come on Des. How hard can it be to squirt ink?
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Moon: Well that was sure the weirdest meeting I've ever been to. / How long has Ginger been off her medication? / Cromerty: Aye, she has a wild cast about her pretty eyes. / Cromerty: But what have we to lose finding this beast, this "kraken"? / Desmond: A leg? An eye? Some blood? / Moon: If you lost a leg, Des, it might even grow back! / Cromerty: Arr. / Cromerty: There is money in the capture of such a fish. / Moon: Yeah! And think of what we can learn! / Failing all else, it's probably good eats! / Desmond: Grrr... come on Des, how hard can it be to squirt ink?
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Morning on Ernest's ship. Gibbous is awakening and wearing a red t-shirt under a slightly ratty oversized turquoise sweater that seems to be doubling as a sleeping gown, Ernest is already up and working on a map with a compass and a jeweler's eye]] / Ernest: Rested are ye, lass? / Gibbous: Yawn! I suppose! / Ernest: Good! We make sail for Orkney at 1030hrs. / Gibbous: [[pouring herself a large mug of coffee]] Ernest, what do you think Desmond is? Is he really a mer-man? / Ernest: Who's to know, Miss Moon. Perhaps he's the last of his kind, or a primitive throwback...or an idiot son, cast out! / [[Desmond enters after catching the tail end of the conversation, bearing a toothbrush and towel while wearing a dark blue bathrobe]] / Desmond: [[annoyed to Gibbous]] Listen, Moon. I'm just a guy. A guy with skin problems. / Gibbous: And no ears, darlin'. And scales. And a fin. / Desmond: [[slicking back his fin as if it were a pompadour]] That's my look, Magic Knickers. Streetwise psychobilly.
Scary Go Round 20070322 [[Aboard the Lady Elaine, Moon emerges from her cabin. Ernest is going over a chart with a compass.]] / Ernest: Rested are ye, lass? / Moon: YAWN! I suppose! / Ernest: Good! We make sail for Orkeny at 1030hrs. / [[She pours some coffee.]] / Moon: Ernest, what do you think Desmond is? Is he really a mer-man? / Ernest: Who's to know, Miss Moon. Perhaps he's the last of his kind, or a primitive throwback... or an idiot son, cast out! / [[Enter Des, in a bathrobe with towel and toothbrush.]] / Des: Listen, Moon, I'm just a guy, a guy with skin problems. / Moon: And no ears, darlin'. And scales. And a fin. / Des: That's my look, magic knickers. Streetwise psychobilly.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Desmond: This is a nice boat man. / Desmond: All the home comforts like a chimney and windows. / Ernest Cromerty: The Lady Elaine is not just a "Nice boat, man". / Ernest Cromerty: It's a fully submersible research station and action platform. / Ernest Cromerty: It runs on solar energy and renewable biomass, arr! / Desmond: What does this button do? / Gibbous Moon: I think it gets you beaten up with a boathook. / Desmond: What about this one? / Gibbous Moon: Exactly the same thing. / Desmond: Well that's not economical use of cabin space.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Des: This is a nice boat, man. All the home comforts, like a chimney and windows. / Ernest: The Lady Elaine is not just a "nice boat, man". It's a fully submersible research station and action platform. It runs on solar energy and renewable biomass, arr! / [[Des approaches a complicated console]] / Des: What does this button do? / Moon: I think it gets you beaten up with a boathook. / Des: What about this one? / Moon: Exactly the same thing. / Des: Well that's not economical use of cabin space.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Aseal on the Lady Elaine, Ernest and Gibbous in the wheel-room as Desmond fishes over the side, wearing his two-tone sweater from before]] / Ernest: So what exactly be we lookin' for, Miss Moon? / Gibbous: Well Ernest, anything! / [[Gibbous looks through a book, "Sea Lore", wearing the dark blue fleece-lined hoodie from before]] / Gibbous: [[to Ernest]] "Kraken" describes almost any unexplained sea creature that wrecks ships. / Gibbous: [[now consulting "Orkney: Now & Then"]] The Orkney Kraken claimed hundreds of fishing boats from when records began...through to the 1940s. / Ernest: Perchance it did not meet with Hitler's aryan theme. Fell afoul of a panzer sub. / [[Gibbous is now on deck with Ernest fading out of scene and Desmond now in scene. Desmond is apparently chatting with a fish he has in his hands]] / Gibbous: There have been sightings since, usually attributed to drunks and time wasters. Des, quit foolin' with that poor fish! / Desmond: [[to fish]] It's huge, you say? And it's got horns? No I don't want to meet your sister!
Scary Go Round 20070326 [[The Lady Elaine is landing at Orkney.]] / Ernest: So what exactly be we lookin' for, Miss Moon? / Moon: Well Ernest, anything! / [[Ernest is at the helm. Moon has a big book titled "Sea Lore."]] / Moon: "Kraken" describes almost any unexplained sea creature that wrecks ships. / Moon: The Orkney Kraken claimed hundreds of fishing boats from when records began... through to the 1940s. / Ernest: Perchance it did not meet with Hitler's Aryan theme. Fell afoul of a Panzer sub. / [[She now has a book titled "Orkney: Now & Then." / Moon: There have been sightings since, usually attributed to drinks and time wastes. Des, quit foolin' with that poor fish! / [[Des has a fish in his hands, which has its mouth wide open.]] / Des: It's huge, you say? And it's got horns? No I don't want to meet your sister!
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Un-named proprietor for the B&B "The Lass o' Gowrie" speaks to Desmond, Ernest, and Gibbous upon their arrival to Orkney Island. The sign for the inn bears a picture of the eponymous lass, looking sullen and carrying a carrot]] / Proprietor: So whut brings ye t'Orkney? / [[Proprietor shows the trio to their room, Gibbous in the lead with her dark blue hoodie, Ernest now wearing his utility-vest again, Desmond in his sweater with a hunter's cap covering most of his head]] / Ernest: `Tis a mission of science. My crew and I are cataloguin' rare species in northern waters. / Gibbous: The Shuttling Peregrine. The North Sea Candle. The Idiot Duck. / Proprietor: I'm sure many in town can assist you. Here's yer room. / [[Later, at the front desk, the proprietor is speaking on the phone with a Kraken calendar on the wall in the background]] / Proprietor: Outsiders, Laird, yes! An old man, and American woman, and... / Desmond: [[approaching without hunter's cap]] Excuse me. The buttons in my sewing kit are insufficiently fancy. / [[Proprietor resumes telephonic conversation, a bag marked 'Fancy Buttons' now upon the desk as Desmond contently exits with a sparkley red button in-between his fingers]] / Proprietor: I have no idea what the third one is. Perhaps an exceptional tropical bird. or a "French Canadian".
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Ernest and co. arrive at The Lass o' Gowrie hotel. The boarder greets them.]] / Neville: So whut brings ye t'Ornkey? / Ernest: 'Tis a mission of science. My crew and I are cataloguin' rare species in Northern waters. / Moon: The Shuttling Peregrine. The North Sea Candle. The Idiot Duck. / Neville: I'm sure many in town can assist you. Here's yer room. / [[Neville uses the telephone privately]] / Neville: Outsiders, laird, yes! An old man, an American woman and... / Des: Excues me. The buttons in my sewing kit are insufficiently fancy. / Neville: I have no idea what the third one is. Perhaps an exceptional tropical bird. Or a "French Canadian".
 
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[In the pub of the Lass o' Gowrie. The proprietor is also the innkeeper, two red-haired youths are getting pints, while a stein-bearing Ernest is handing Gibbous a bottle. Ernest is still in his red shirt, Gibbous in a red "Shazam" T-shirt with a dark blue jacket open over it]] / Proprietor: Now Tam, Sam, none of your trouble, lads. / Youth in Green: {{to be revealed as "Sam" in the next day's episode, his brother "Tam" in a blue shirt}} Aw, there'll be no trouble Neville. / Gibbous: No Ernest, I won't have a drink. I don't... / Ernest: Arr, sailors must bond over grog! / [[Clock on the wall shows it's 7:00 pm]] / Ernest: Tis the way of the sea! And tis only a babycham. / Gibbous: Well... ok... / [[Later, Gibbous is now seated with her jacket off. A coaster has been strapped to her head as an eyepatch and the babycham has obviously (by the red boozle effects) gone to her head]] / Gibbous: [[drunken raving]] We'll find that freakn' kraken...lash that melon farmer to the mast...an' make every barnacle from here to hull poo their pants gosh darnit... / [[Gibbous falls out of her chair. From a different angle we see Ernest looking curiously annoyed over his shoulder towards her while Desmond looks happily more with-it than Gibbous, a martini close at hand. The clock on the wall now shows 7:12 pm]] / Gibbous: An' wasss more... / Ernest: She sure don't look like a sailor. She sure don't drink like a sailor. She sure don't curse like a sailor. / Desmond: Maybe your can mentor her! Or leave her on an island where no one can find her!
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Neville (barkeep): Now Tam, Sam, none of your trouble, lads. / Sam: Aw, there'll be no trouble, Neville. / Moon: No Ernest, I won't have a drink, I don't... / Ernest: Arr, sailors must bond over GROG! / Ernest: Tis the way of the sea! / Ernest: And tis only a babycham. / Moon: Well... OK... / [[Moon is now drunk and wearing a makeshift beer coaster eyepatch]] / Moon: We'll find that freakin' KRAKEN... / Moon: ...lash that melon farmer to the mast... / Moon: ...an' make every barnacle from here to Hull poo their pants gosh darnit... / [[Moon has tipped her chair backwards and is speaking from the floor]] / Moon: An' wasss more... / Ernest: She don't look like a sailor, she don't drink like a sailor. / Ernest: She sure don't CURSE like a sailor. / Desmond: Maybe you can mentor her! / Desmond: Or leave her on an island where no one can find her!
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[In the pub part of the Lass o' Gowrie, Gibbous now seated upright again with Desmond and Ernest, although still quite drunk based on the red boozles floating about her head]] / Ernest: [[getting up and walking off]] I got to see a small man about an inexpensive dog. / [[The two red-haired youths talk by the dartboard, obviously inebriated based on their own red floating boozle-effects]] / Sam: [[in green]] Talent at two o'clock, Tam. / Tam: [[in blue]] Ey sam ah saw'er first. / [[Sam and Tam join Gibbous and Desmond]] / Tam: [[hauling Desmond out of his seat by his sweater-collar]] `Op it, froggy. / Sam: [[to Gibbous, leeringly]] Tell me, darlin. Did ye hurt yersel' when ye fell from the sky? / Gibbous: [[annoyed]] Hey... don't talk to my buddy like that... / Sam: [[still leering]] Ah'm Sam and this is M'Brother, Tam. / Gibbous: [[still annoyed]] Sam sweetheart, I think you have somethin' on your nose. / [[Sam is sent flying across the room, launched mid-air by Gibbous]] / Desmond: What an unusual phenomenon! Someone should note this down. / Gibbous: [[off-screen]] Tam honey, I think your shoelace is undone.
Scary Go Round 20070329 Ernest: I got to see a small man about an inexpensive dog. / Sam: Talent at two o'clock, Tam. / Tam: Ey Sam ah saw'er first. / [[Sam and Tam move to Moon's table. Tam jerks Des up out of his chair, and Sam sits down.]] / Tam: 'Op it, froggy. / Sam: Tell me, darlin, did ye hurt yersel' when ye fell from the sky? / Moon: Hey... don't talk to my buddy like that... / Sam: Ah'm Sam and this is m'brother, Tam. / Moon: Sam sweetheart, I think you have somethin' on your nose. / [[Sam goes flying through the air.]] / Des: What an unusual phenomenon! Someone should note this down. / Moon: Tam honey, I think your shoelace is undone.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Moon brandishes a chair]] / Moon: Any more o' you hicks want to ride the lightnin'? / I'm just gettin' warmed up! / Laird of Stromness: This stops right now, young lady. / Moon: Wait yer turn, Mr "Mustache rides five cents" / I'll clean your clock once I'm done whippin' these boys. / [[Sam and Tam turn to leave]] / Moon: Where are they goin'? / Come back, jerks! / Publican: This is the laird of the island, miss. Show the proper respect. / [[Cromerty and Desmond escort Moon away]] / Moon: So are ya the last person in the world still wearin' a cape? / Or are ya tryin' to bring it back?
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Still in the pub of the Lass o' Gowrie. Gibbous is swinging a chair about while Tam is holding a hand to his bloody nose, and Sam is missing teeth, bleeding from his own nose as well, and bearing a broken bottle as a weapon.]] / Gibbous: [[angrily and drunkilly]] Any more o' you hicks want to ride the lightnin'? I'm just getting warmed up! / Off-Screen Gentleman: This stops right now, young lady. / [[Gentleman is now on-screen -- red hair that matches Tam and Sam, mustache and sideburns, a tartan cape clasped about his neck and shoulders. Clock on the wall now reads 7:55 pm]] / Gibbous: [[poking the gentleman in the chest with her finger]] Wait yer turn, Mr. "Mustache Rides Five Cents". I'll clean your clock once I'm done whipp'n these boys. / [[Sam and Tam warily exit, getting a stony paternal glare from the gentleman]] / Gibbous: Where are they goin'? Come back, jerks! / [[Desmond and Ernest worriedly lead a still drunk and riled Gibbous back to their rooms. The Proprietor, Neville, standing aside the gentleman]] / Neville: [[irately]] This is the laird of the island, Miss. Show the proper respect. / Gibbous: [[to the gentleman]] So are ya the last person in the world still wearin' a cape Or are ya tryin' to bring it back?
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Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Ernest helps Gibbous to bed due to her drunken state, head emitting floating red boozles. Desmond follows behind them, not being much help]] / Desmond: Old Moony's in trouble, eh? She's flipping crazy! We should ditch her and restore sanity to the mission. / Ernest: [[annoyed]] Maybe twas the grog, but Miss Moon fights with the courage of three men! Yet you left `er to it. You're yellow, y'waste o' good air! / Desmond: [[distressed]] Don't sugar the pill, man! Say what you mean! / [[Cut to next morning. Gibbous awakes in the Shazam/Cpt.Marvel T-shirt from the night before]] / Gibbous: [[stretching]] I must have been tired last night...I didn't even bother getting undressed. / [[She heads out to the washroom, towel and toothbrush in hand. Looking down at the floor just inside her room's door]] / Gibbous: Oh, someone's left a note. / Gibbous: [[reading the note]] "The Laird of Stromness invites you to lunch at Stromness Keep." How interesting! / Gibbous: [[opening a wet window and now without towel, toothbrush, or note. Presumably prepping pre-shower]] Wait, do I have to curtsy or salute? Or just kinda fawn and toady a bit?
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Ernest lays passed-out Moon down on her bed. Desmond behind.]] / Desmond: Old Moony's in trouble, eh? / Desmond: She's flipping crazy! We should ditch her and restore sanity to the mission. / Ernest: Maybe twas the grog. But Miss Moon fights with the courage of three men! Yet you left 'er to it. You're yellow, y'waste o' good air! / Desmond: Don't sugar pill, man! SAY WHAT YOU MEAN! / [[Morning. Moon waking up cheerily.]] / Moon: I must have been tired last night... / Moon: ...I didn't even bother getting undressed. / [[Moon passes her door.]] / Moon: Oh. Someone's left a note. / Moon: "The Laird of Stromness invites you to lunch at Stromness Keep". How INTERESTING. / Moon: Wait. Do I have to curtsy or salute? Or just kinda fawn and toady a bit?
 
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Amy: I'm bored. The petrifying well wasn't as terrifying as advertised. / Can't you, you know, teach me some SPELLS. You are a witch! / Mother Shipton: Magic is not for spoiled little girls! You must have the mark! THE SIGN! / Amy: I can give you some beauty tips... maybe we can do something with THAT HAIR. / Mother Shipton: Magic is within...GET OFF ME, YOU PAINTED TROLLOP! / Mother Shipton: STOP TALKING ALL THE TIME! Get thee to SPAR! Get sausage rolls for our TEA! / Amy: It's just a matter of BODY AND LIFT, Mother Shipton.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Amy: I'm bored. The petrifying well wasn't as terrifying as advertised. / Amy: Can't you, you know, teach me some spells? You are a witch! / Mother Shipton: Magic is not for spoiled little girls! You must have the mark! The sign! / Amy: I can give you some beauty tips... maybe we can do something with that hair. / Mother Shipton: Magic is within... get off me, you painted trollop! / Mother Shipton: Stop talking all the time! Get thee to Spar! Get sausage rolls for our tea! / Amy: It's just a matter of body and lift, Mother Shipton.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Amy Chilton, internalized: Stupid witch. "Magic is within". I could do spells! / Come on Amy, cheer up. This is like community service. / Amy Chilton, internalized: Except the community is a cave with a mad old woman in it. / [[Store Window: Help The Wretched]] / Amy Chilton: The Charity Shop! I can cheer up the cave with some old tat! To Mother Shipton it'll seem deliciously futuristic! / Amy Chilton: 'Help The Wretched' is a treasure trove of utter shit! / Maud (old woman employee #1): What do you think, Ethel? 8p? / Etheth (old woman employee #2): For crying out loud, maud, think of the wretcherd, won't you? 10p.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison {{ "Thought bubble" boxes transcribed in parentheses. }} / [[Amy walking around town.]] / Amy: (Stupid witch. "Magic is within". I could do spells!) / Amy: (Come on Amy, this is like community service.) / Amy: (Except the community is a cave with a mad old woman in it.) / [[At a shop window "Help the Wretched"]] / Amy: The charity shop! I can cheer up the cave with old tat! To Mother Shipton it'll seem DELICIOUSLY FUTURISTIC! / [[Amy inside the shop. Two women at the counter sorting through a box marked 'Charity'. One holds up an E.T. doll.]] / Amy: 'Help the Wretched' is a treasure trove of utter shit! / Maud: What do you think, Ethel? 8p? / Ethel: For crying out loud, Maud. Think of the wretched, won't you? 10p.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Amy presents Mother Shipton with a Magic Eye book]] / Amy Chilton: Good news, Mother Shipton. I've got magic powers. / I enchanted these books. The pictures leap off the page. / Mother Shipton: Lies, Lies! A child's lies! / Amy Chilton: Look! / Mother Shipton: AIEE! Tis an indistinct horse shape hovering an inch above the page! / A sure sign of a blighted harvest! / Mother Shipton: How? How did you do this? / Amy Chilton: I dunno! Your magic just rubbed off I think! / Amy Chilton: So will you teach me some spells? / Mother Shipton: Yes... AIIEEE! An indistinct bucket and spade!
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[In Mother Shipton's cave. Amy holds up a Magic Eye book to Mother Shipton.]] / Amy: Good news, Mother Shipton. I've got magic powers. I enchanted these books. The pictures leap off the page. / Mother Shipton: Lies, lies! A child's lies! / Amy: Look! / [[Mother Shipton holds the book open in front of herself.]] / Mother Shipton: AIEE! Tis an indistinct horse shape hovering an inch above the page! A sure sign of a blighted harvest! / Mother Shipton: How? How did you do this? / Amy: I dunno! Your magic just rubbed off I think! / Amy: So will you teach me some spells? / Mother Shipton: Yes... AIIEEE! An indistinct bucket and spade!
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Laird Stromness and Ernest talk over a pipe and brandy at Stromness Keep. Ernest has added a tie to his outfit, but is still wearing the same red flannel shirt]] / Lord Stromness: Apologies for the trouble lat night. M'Sons grew up motherless and a little wild y'might say. / Ernest: Arr, tis nothin'. / Gibbous: [[to Lord Stromness]] Sorry for fighting...and insulting your cape... / Lord Stromness: All forgotten! [[then to Ernest]] So have you children yourself, Captain Cromerty? / Ernest: Well, when a bear walks the forest floor, he knows not how many insects he crushes. He merely knows there were many. / Lord Stromness: Ah, a gentleman of the old school! There are'nae too many of us left! / [[Away from the two men talking]] / Gibbous: That's disgusting. / Desmond: You can't say "nautical" without saying "naughty". I tried! It's not even a word.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[In the Laird of Stromness's parlour]] / Laird of Stromness: Apologies for the trouble last night. M'sons grew up motherless and a little wild, y'might say. / Ernest: Arr, tis nothin'. / Moon: Sorry for fighting... and insulting your cape... / Laird of Stromness: All forgotten! So have you children yourself, Captain Cromerty? / Ernest: Well, when a bear walks the forest floor, he knows not how many insects he crushes. He merely knows there were many. / Laird of Stromness: Ah, a gentleman of the old school! There are'nae too many of us left! / [[Moon and Desmond off to one side.]] / Moon: That's DISGUSTING. / Desmond: You can't say "nautical" without saying "naughty". I tried! It's not even a WORD.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Now outdoors, Ernest has his utility-vest on over his shirt and tie, Gibbous has her fleece-lined hoodie, and Desmond has put on his hunter's cap. Laird Stromness' walking stick has a decidedly kracken-looking top to it. Neither Gibbous nor Desmond seem that thrilled about the situation]] / Lord Stromness: So there uh was on horseback, naked but for m'boots...firing my pistol into the air for all I was worth! / Ernest: Ha ha ha ha ha! / Gibbous: [[taking Desmond's arm and speaking aside]] Let's give mom and dad the slip and go see the real Stromness. / Desmond: [[concerned]] I dunno, Moon. We oughtn't to.. / Gibbous: [[plottily]] We're only cramping their style, Des! / [[The two are now away from the Lord and Captain. White-shirted townsfolks are seen bearing fish-masks and musical instruments]] / Gibbous: They just want to find a cozy nook and snuggle. / Desmond: Woah! Outrageous gyrations ahead! / Gibbous: Is this normal for Britain? Fishmasks and dancing and...is that some sort of idol? / Desmond: Moon, give a Brit two sticks and trousers with bells on...he'd worship a washing machine through the medium of dance.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Laird of Stromness walking merrily aside Ernest. Moon and Desmond follow, looking distraught.]] / Laird of Stromness: So there uh was on horseback, naked but for m'boots... / Laird of Stromness: ... firing my pistol into the air for all I was worth! / Ernest: Ha ha ha ha ha! / [[Moon grabs Desmon'd arm.]] / Moon: Let give mom and dad the slip and go see the real Stromness. / Desmond: I dunno, Moon, we oughtn't to... / Moon: We're only cramping their style, Des! / [[They approach a group of dancing masked figures holding bell-sticks.]] / Moon: They just want to find a cosy nook and SNUGGLE. / Desmond: Woah! Outrageous gyrations AHEAD! / Moon: Is this normal for Britain? Fishmasks and dancing and... is that some sort of IDOL? / Desmond: Moon, give a Brit two sticks and trousers with bells on... he'd worship a washing machine through the medium of dance.
 
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Desmond and Gibbous follow the townsfolk of Stromness. They find the idol, a five-foot tall green half rugby-ball with a distinctly Cthulhu-esque appearance. A Maypole tops it and the fish-masked townsfolk dance about to a bagpiper while they shake belled sticks]] / Gibbous: Is it me Des, or is that thing they're dancing around kinda Kraken-ish? / Desmond: I'd say krakenly! / Purple-Coated Townswoman: [[to Desmond and Gibbous]] Took my daughter, it did! Given to her! Took her away! / Gibbous: Excuse me? / Desmond: [[with electric alarm-bolts about his head]] Stop it! Stop being foreboding! / [[A turtleneck-wearing Townsman herds the purple-coated Townswoman indoors]] / Townswoman: Away from me, Steven! / Townsman: Come away, Mad Mary. So called for y'are so very mad. / Gibbous: Isn't this sorta suspicious? / Desmond: [[in grumping denial]] No. I'm classifying everything we've seen under "harmless fun".
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Masked figures dance around a strange effigy. Moon, Desmond, and a small crowd look on.]] / Moon: Is it me Des, or is that thing they're dancing around kinda kraken-ish? / Desmond: I'd say Krakenly! / woman: Took my daughter, it did. Given to her! Took her away! / Moon: Excuse me? / Desmond: STOP IT! STOP BEING FOREBODING! / [[Man pushes woman away.]] / woman: Away from me, Steven! / man: Come away, Mad Mary, so called for Y'ARE SO VERY MAD. / Moon: Isn't this sorta SUSPICIOUS? / Desmond: NO. I'm classifying everything we've see under "harmless fun".
April 11, 2007: Time to go! [[Moon and Desmond have just walked into Ernest's hotel room. Ernest is packing up his duffel bag.]] / Moon: Ernest! / You won't believe what we saw, we... / Ernest: Arr, where did you two disappear to? / I had to suffer that fool, the laird, alone! / Moon: We thought he was your new best friend! / Ernest: The man was a bore, and a liar! / Every time I asked of the kraken, he turned talk to his bedroom conquests. / Moon: Well no one would tell us anything either, but... / Desmond: Connie Conspiracy here thinks this is an island of kraken-crazy sea kooks. / Ernest: Your captain concurs! / Tis not safe for us here. / We'll hunt the beast at nightfall. / [[The three are leaving the hotel.]] / Desmond: Do I get to drive the boat this time? / Moon: You're on clerical duties, Des. / Ernest: Do that well, ye may be asked to hold a rope.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Moon and Desmond walk into bedroom at the inn, where Ernest is standing.]] / Moon: Ernest! You won't BELIEVE what we saw, we... / Ernest: Arr, where did you two disappear to? I had to suffer that fool, the Laird, alone! / Moon: We thought he was your new best friend! / Ernest: The man was a bore. And a liar. Every time I asked of the Kraken, he turned talk to his bedroom conquests. / Moon: Well no one would tell us anything either, but... / Desmond: Connie Conspiracy here thinks this is an island of Kraken-crazy sea kooks. / Ernest: Your captain concurs! Tis not safe for us here. We'll hunt the beast at nightfall. / Desmond: Do I get to drive the boat this time? / Moon: You're on clerical duties, Des. / Ernest: Do that well, ye may be asked to hold a rope.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Ernest's boat, at sea. Ernest is happily taking the look out while Gibbous and Desmond are in the cabin.]] / <> / Desmond: I think the radar's broken. / [[In side the cabin. Desmond and Gibbous are calling to Ernest.]] / <> / Desmond: It keeps beeping. Does it need a new ink cartridge? / Gibbous: *Ernest! Whatever's coming is enormous!* / [[On deck, Gibbous and Ernest are staring out of the page at whatever is out there. Desmond is peeking from the safety of the cabin.]] / Gibbous: Is that it? The Orkney Kraken? / Ernest: Arr lass! A leviathan! A behemoth! / [[A black form with glowing red eyes is towering over the ship, spewing fire.]] / Desmond: If anyone wants my opinion, the fire's kind of O.T.T. / Desmond: There's a million years of evolution, and then there's showing off.
Scary Go Round 20070412 [[On the boat, off of Orkney.]] / <> / Des: I think the radar's broken. / <> / Des: It keeps beeping. Does it need a new ink cartridge? / Moon: ERNEST! WHATEVER'S COMING IS ENORMOUS! / Moon: Is that it? The Orkney kraken? / Ernest: Arr lass! A leviathan! A behemoth! / [[They look at a huge kraken-shaped shadow breathing fire.]] / Des: If anyone wants my opinion, the fire's kind of O.T.T. There's a million years of evolution, and then there's showing off.
Scary Go Round 20070413 [[On the Lady Elaine, Des fiddles with a deck spotlight.]] / Des: This is fishy. Let's get a better look. / Moon: No Des! You'll startle it! / [[In the light, the "kraken" is revealed to be a fraud, mounted on a boat, with Sam and Tam maneuvering it and making it breathe fire with a fuel-ignition apparatus.]] / Des: I startled it so much that it stopped being real! / Sam: Aw hell Tam / Tam: Ah tole ye the fire wuz too much / [[From the other direction, a speedboat bears down on the Lady Elaine. At the bow is the Laird, and behind him are more villagers with fish-masks and torches.]] / Laird: Lady Elaine, ye've violated island law. Prepared to be boarded. Ocean court is now in session! / Moon: We're lookin' to you for leadership here, "Captain". Leadership and firearms.
Scary Go Round: April 13, 2007 [[Desmond, Moon and Ernest are standing on the deck of the Lady Elaine. Desmond is aiming a bright spotlight as Moon tries to stop him.]] / Desmond: This is fishy. / Let's get a better look. / Moon: No Des! / You'll startle it! / [[The light reveals that the giant monster is actually a giant puppet built on a ship, with two young men pulling strings to work it.]] / Desmond: I startled it so much that it stopped being real! / First man: Aw Hell Tam. / Second man: Ah tole ye the fire wuz too much! / [[Another, bigger ship approaches, towering over the Lady Elaine. The laird of Stromness stands on the new boat with a crowd of people in fish-masks. The laird is shouting through a megaphone.]] / Laird: Lady Elaine, ye've violated island law. / Prepare to be boarded. / Ocean court is now in session! / Moon: We're lookin' to you for leadership here, "Captain." / Leadership and FIREARMS.
Scary Go Round 20070416 [[The Laird has the drop on the Lady Elaine. Des sticks his hands up. Ernest speaks to Moon.]] / Des: On behalf of the Lady Elaine I welcome our new Scotch overlords. / Ernest: Arr, take that pathetic creature inside, I'll deal with this. / Ernest: Allow us to drop anchor, Laird, that ye might come aboard. / [[He turns a big lever.]] / <> / [[As Ernest grins, the Lady Elaine switches to submarine mode.]] / Laird: What impertinence is this? The old fool's boat is falling in on herself! / Moon: Well surrendered up there, Des. You're gettin' a reputation for capitulation. / <> / Des: Moon, I'm not a coward. I'm not. I just believe problems are best solved by moving as far away from them as possible.
Scary Go Round: April 16, 2007 [[Desmond, Moon and Ernest stand on the deck of the Lady Elaine. They are faced by a boat carrying the laird of Stromness and his crew of fish-masked people. Desmond has his arms up, bowing before the laird.]] / Desmond: On behalf of the Lady Elaine I welcome our new Scotch overlords. / Ernest (to Moon): Arr, take that pathetic creature inside, I'll deal with this. / [[Desmond and Moon go inside the Lady Elaine. Ernest stands on the deck and pulls a giant lever as he shouts at the laird.]] / Ernest: Allow us to drop anchor, laird, that ye might come aboard. / <> / [[The Lady Elaine is folding in on herself, turning into a round submarine. Ernest looks smug while the laird looks on, looking annoyed and surprised.]] / Laird (to his crew): What impertinence is this? / The old fool's boat is falling in on herself! / [[Inside the Lady Elaine, Moon is berating Desmond. Moon has her hands on her hips and looks annoyed, while Desmond looks sad. Meanwhile, the Lady Elaine continues to close herself up.]] / Moon: Well surrendered up there, Des. / You're gettin' a reputation for capitulation. / <> / Desmond: Moon, I'm not a coward. / I'm NOT. / I just believe problems are best solved by moving as far away from them as possible.
 
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Cromerty's ship plunges below the sea]] / Laird of Stromness: Cromerty is sunk! A murder ship miscarries! / Claimed by the waves! / Cromerty: Dive! Dive! / Cromerty: Miss Moon, plot a course back to English waters. / Moon: What about the Kraken? / Cromerty: We've wasted enough time on a fool's errand. / This "Kraken" is the product of fevered minds, far from the sanity of the mainland. / Moon: But what do we tell Shelley? / Desmond: Maybe that she can come and paddle in the ocean with a bunch of inbred fish fanciers. / Desmond: We could get her a t-shirt. / "I went to Orkney to see the Kraken and all I got was this lousy lynch mob". / [[The Kraken looms in front of the ship]]
Scary Go Round: April 17, 2007 [[The Lady Elaine, now a round submarine, dives into the sea and escapes the laird and his fish-masked crew.]] / Laird: Cromerty is sunk! / A murder ship miscarries! / Claimed by the waves! / Someone on the Lady Elaine: Dive! / Dive! / [[Moon, Ernest and Desmond are standing in the control room of the Lady Elaine.]] / Ernest: Miss Moon, plot a course back to English waters. / Moon: What about the kraken? / Ernest: We've wasted enough time on a fool's errand. / This "kraken" is the product of fevered minds. / Far from the sanity of the mainland. / [[Moon taps on a computer keyboard, changing the Lady Elaine's course.]] / Moon: But what do we tell Shelley? / Desmond: Maybe that she can come and paddle in the ocean with a bunch of inbred fish fanciers. / [[As the Lady Elaine continues under the sea and rounds a large wall of rock, a kraken emerges ahead of them, around the corner of the same wall.]] / Desmond (in the ship): We could get her a T-shirt. / "I went to Orkney to see the kraken and all I got was this lousy lynch mob."
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Des: Moon, you're crazy! That thing'll eat you like a jelly baby! / Moon: Don't you get it? If we catch this thing, we'll be famous! / Des: Time Magazine won't put headless corpses on the cover! It doesn't play well with their target demographic of people with heads. / Moon: Des, you're a freakin' merman. You're comin' with me! Tell him, Earnest! / Earnest: How I love the tranquility of the open sea. / Des: Murder! Murder! / Moon: Come on. Think of all the things you'll have in common. 101 great plankton recipes! / Des: Recipes!
Scary Go Round 20070419 [[Moon in a scuba suit and Des in naught but swimming trunks, they swim through the sea.]] / Des: Just so you know, Moon, I am drowning. It's just taking longer than expected for the death to kick in. / [[They come up behind the kraken.]] / Des: Didn't Shelley say this was some ancient god? It's more like a lovely sea bison. / [[They follow it.]] / Des: Hey! Wait up! / [[It turns to face them by a sunken ship.]] / Kraken: BLORP BLORP / Moon: ? / Des: Roughly translated? "Dinner dinner dinner." OK so maybe a sea bison... that can fly... with laser eyes.
Scary Go Round 20070420 [[Moon and Des frantically flee the kraken. When it's almost upon them, Moon turns around and fires what seems to be a large tranquilizer gun into it. It turns dark and looks very ill as they escape.]] / [[Ernest looks through the periscope.]] / Ernest: Man alive, those youngsters subdued the beast! I must do my part! / [[He holds a ball of yarn and a crochet hook. He has a large book "Crochet Today" by Margo Plodz, open to read.]] / Ernest: "A net is a series of holes... joined together with string." I see!
April 23, 2007: The Kraken Captured [[In the sea, far beneath the surface, a wooden submarine is towing a large green sea monster caught in a net.]] / A voice from inside the submarine: Mission Accomplished! / Well who knew, eh? / [[Inside the submarine, Desmond (a green half-man, half-fish creature) is standing with one arm around Moon and the other around Ernest.]] / Desmond: A straw sucking yankee yokel... / A borderline senile old man... / And a thrusting young executive proved that hey, we aren't so different! / <> / [[Moon and Ernest are standing alone in front of the controls. They both look very annoyed.]] / Moon: Now can I inspect his internal organs, Ernest? / Ernest: I'll pin him down, you fetch your pen, paper and pinking shears.
 
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Raffles: Behold our target... PANINATU, the volcano god!' / Raffles: This will be the biggest steal of my... or any man's career! / Bonzo: Tuppin' 'ell Raffles, I 'ope this "genius plan" of yours works. / Raffles: Bonzo sir, this is man versus diety, the ultimate caper! / Raffles: Every detail, every eventuality has been plotted by me fiendishly brilliant brain. / Paninatu: BLAAARRG / [[Paninatu spews lava from his mouth]] / Raffles: tsss / Bonzo: tsss
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Ryan Beckwith sitting in an airport]] / Ryan: Dang, the airport is like a luxury destination all of its own. You don't gots to worry about washin' up or vacuumin' they got dudes for that. / Ryan: It's just a shame Roy Air's baggage allowance is an envelope with 5 Tic Tacs in it. "Or Equivalent". / [[Ryan offers his envelope to Margo Plodz sitting next to him]] / Ryan: Tic Tac? / Margo: You know, Padraig Roy is a business genius. He made his fortune by suffering horribly whenever a penny was to be spent. / Ryan: Yeah I know, before Roy, travel was a luxury for money men and supermodels. / Margo: Now all it costs is three first class stamps. / [[Ryan and Margo look at the ticket brochure, which reads "Roy Air: In-flight husbandry and you!"]] / Ryan: Well, so long as you're willin' to soothe a pig on the way.
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison [[Ryan Beckwith and Margo Plodz have gotten off the Roy Air plane to Ireland]] / Ryan: Hi there margo. I didn't see you in pig class. / Margo: No. I paid E15 for the upgrade to wooden packing crate class. You have to live a little. / Ryan: What was in the crates? / Margo[[emanating unhappiness]]: Splinters. / Ryan: Pig husbandry class wasn't so bad. My pig was a decent fellow. I may be a natural man of swine. / Ryan: Well I recon this is goodbye! Good luck in your life! / Margo: Let me give you my card, Ryan. If youre at a loose end, give me a call! / Ryan[[Reading the card]]: Margo Plodz...world's pre-eminent crocheter. / Ryan[[To himself]]: What does a fancy dame like that see in me? Maybe she figures I'd be good for some light liftin' and trivial errands.
Scary Go Round 20070427 [[In merrie Ireland, Ryan sits on a rock reading from the folder Shelley prepared for him.]] / Ryan: Dang it all Shelley, these leprechaun catchin' instructions are powerful thin. / Ryan: The little people ain't like us. They got their own ways, simple ways. They crave sticks... or bottletops... or grease? Hell, I dunno... / Ryan: Once you fix your eye on a leprechaun, he can't get away! Nice! / Ryan: So all I got to do is set a trap with the things they like! / [[Wogun, the leprechaun, is striding through the fields with his friend Percival the bird.]] / Wogun: Well now a fine day it is indeed, Percival. Spring has sprung anew! / Percival: Chip chip! / Wogun: You're right! A feckin' enormous crock of gold! / Percival: Chip chip! / [[Ryan is lying in wait on a branch above them.]]
Scary Go Round: April 27, 2007 [[Ryan is sitting on a rock at the foot of a tree. He is reading a green folder with his name on it, and his pet bat is in his pocket.]] / Ryan: Dang it all Shelley, these leprechaun catchin' instructions are powerful thin. / Ryan: The little people ain't like us. / They got their own ways, simple ways. / They crave sticks... or bottletops... or GREASE? / Hell, I dunno... / Ryan: Once you fix your eye on a leprechaun, he can't get away! / Nice! / Ryan: So all I got to do is set a trap with the things they like! / [[A leprechaun is walking in the field of flowers alongside a bird. In front of them is a gold coin.]] / Bird: Chip chip! / Leprechaun: Well now a fine day it is indeed, Percival. / Spring has sprung anew! / [[Ryan is hiding in the branches of a tree, dropping pieces of gold coin into a large pot. His pet bat is next to him. Underneath them, the leprechaun and his bird-friend are standing in front of the pot of gold coins.]] / Bird: Chip chip! / Leprechaun: You're right! / A feckin' enormous crock of gold!!
Scary Go Round :: Monday-Friday Comic by John Allison Ryan: Come on leprechaun guy, grab the coin! It's a big one! / Leprechaun: Saints alive, Percival! Pennies from Heaven! / Percival: Chip chip! / Hugo: Ryan! What antics be you perpetratin' amongst the branches? / Ryan: Wha-? / Ryan: Oh just fallin' you know / Ryan: Hugo, I was ten seconds away from catchin' me a moon calf. / Hugo: Much apologies, Ryan. I assumed you are protesting a new and evil road. But instead it is merely a psychedelic holiday of the mind.
Scary Go Round: April 30, 2007 [[Ryan is perched on a tree branch, dangling a coin tied to a string over a large pot of gold, which a leprechaun and a bird are looking at.]] / Ryan (to himself): Come on leprechaun guy, grab the coin! / It's a big one! / Leprechaun: Saints alive Percival! / Pennies from heaven! / Bird: Chip chip! / [[Ryan hears a voice from off-panel, which startles him.]] / Voice: Ryan! What antics be you perpetratin' amongst the branches? / Ryan: Wha-? / [[Ryan falls out of the tree.]] / Ryan: Oh just fallin' you know. / [[The voice turns out to belong to Hugo, who kneels next to the collapsed Ryan.]] / Ryan: Hugo, I was ten seconds away from catchin' me a moon calf. / Hugo: Much apologies Ryan. / I assumed you are protesting a new and evil road. / But instead it is merely a psychedelic holiday of the mind.
 

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