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| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[The next day...]]
/ Carol: Hey, Christie. Here's that fourth quarter estimate you asked for.
/ Christie: Oh. The one I asked for TWO HOURS ago? / Christie [[turns into a demon]]: CAROL, THERE ARE LAB MONKEYS THAT COULD DO YOUR JOB BETTER THAN YOU! AND I'LL BE EVEN THE REALLY STUPID ONES HAVE SOMEONE... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060918 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Carol, looking over her shoulder angrily, enters the women's room at Yesman & Puckerup, holding an object labeled "TASER".]] / < http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060920 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Yesman & Puckerup: Haley stands outside Christie's door in a martial arts stance, waiting for her to emerge.]]
/ Haley (thought bubble): Come on then, Christie... you're just one foot out your door away from an overdue thrashing, you psychotic slag!
/ Christie (offscreen): This all sounds good to me,... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060922 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Haley [[on roof at night]]: CONTROL, do you read me? I'm on Yesman & Puckerup's roof NOW. The meeting to finalize the OUTSOURING of labor is underway. / Haley: ONce the documents are signed, they will be faxed to INDIA. I've tapped and rigged the outgoing phone lines so that fax will be rerouted to... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060925 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Haley is hanging outside Yesman & Puckerup on a rappelling line, wearing headphones, pressing an object labeled "Hi-Tech Audio Spy Thingy(TM)" to a window.]]
/ Haley (thought bubble): Come on, you wankers! Who are you waiting on? Sign all our jobs away so I can sabotage it and send you back to whatever... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060927 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Haley [[on roof]]: CONTROL! The papers have been signed and the fax has been sent to INDIA! Did you INTERCEPT the fax? / Caesar: MREOWR! MREOW!
/ Haley [[on phone/radio]]: BRILLIANT! Send on the FORGED documents--and CLEAR YOUR TRACKS! / Haley: She SOLD US OUT! Alan TOLD HER what would happen and she... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20060929 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Carol [[now turned from Haley]]: OW! OW! ... OH! OH! / Carol [[blowing on flame]]: ah-PHEEEWWW! AHH_PHEEEWWW! / Carol: OOHH-HHH! This wasn't supposed to HAPPEN! I had a PLAN, dammit! / [[Carol is gone as the phone box fire continues to rage.]] http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20061002 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | V.O. over charred sign: WOW. It's REALLY GONE, huh? And they said it was FAULTY WIRING? / Carol: Uhm, that's what they told ME, yeah.
/ Alan: WOW. Well, at least the place burned down BEFORE they replaced us with INDIA. We'll all get TWO YEARS' PAY in addition to unemployment! / Tiffany: God! This place... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20061004 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Shaggy McWhiskey [[in drawer]]: Before ye're off to WORK, I'd be wonderin' what yer PLANS are for Friday night.
/ Dave [[getting dressed]]: Drinking. Wihtout YOU.
/ McWhiskey: Ah! Nothin' IMPORTANT, then! / McWhiskey: It so happens that my good friend O'HANRAHAN was SHAT UPON by a GROGOCH and consequently... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20061006 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Dave's bedroom. Dave is getting dressed, Shaggy McWhiskey is standing in the top dresser drawer.]]
/ Shaggy: Before ye're off to work, I'd be wonderin' what yer plans are for Friday night.
/ Dave: Drinking. Without you.
/ Shaggy: Ah! Nothin' important, then! / Shaggy: It so happens that my good friend... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20061009 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Dave sits at a table, disgruntled, with paper, pencil and dice in front of him. Also on the table is a smaller table at which Shaggy McWhiskey and two other wee folk (one male, one female) are sitting, with papers in front of them. McWhiskey sits behind a DM's triptych screen]]
/ Caption: McWhiskey's... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20061011 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Shaggy McWhiskey's D&D game. Dave's face looms large next to Shaggy and the two other wee folk.]]
/ Dave: The last time I played D&D, the Monster Manual didn't feature the Mafia! And handguns weren't in any rulebook!
/ Shaggy: The game's gotten edgier since Wizards o' the Coast bought them out. / Dave:... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20061013 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[External view of a hilltop tower, with four characters in silhouette]]
/ Narrator: The next day, at the town's MAGE TOWER...
/ Tiff: Hurry UP, Alan!
/ Dave: REALLY! What's taking so long? Roll that old lady's bones out here so she can zap us back HOME!
/ Caesar: Mreow!
/ [[Alan is talking to the witch,... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20061023 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Snow covered mountains fill the first panel]]
/ Narrator: MONTHS later, deep inside the mountains of CHALNADEV...
/ Carol: ALAN! He slipped by me!
/ Alan: I SEE him, Carol!
/ [[Zoom in to the action, with a horned creature sprinting past two of our heroes]]
/ Alan: DAVE! TIFF! He's headed your way!
/ Carol:... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20061025 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Secret meeting between two trenchcoat wearing people]]
/ PROLOGUE: Not long ago, in an abandoned warehouse...
/ KUMARA MIDORI: General Armbruster, at last, we meet.
/ GENERAL ARMBRUSTER: Kumara-San. Is that it?
/ ARMBRUSTER: It's smaller than I thought it would be. / MIDORI: It is still in Alpha State.... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20070129 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Roger, looking extremely bored, is sitting at a restaurant table across from his wife Virginia, who is out-of-frame.]]
/ {{Prologue II: Not long ago, at Lilly's Restaurant ...}}
/ Virginia: Roger, darling, these last few months have been so blessed.
/ Roger: How SO, Virgina dearest? / Virginia: Yesman... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20070131 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Hef: Well, this must be a surprise for you, Roger. HUGH HEFNER showing up at your home?
/ RT: Er-- Uhhhm...
/ Hef: You're familiar with my show, "The Girls Next Door"?
/ http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20070219 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Tiffany: You remember Catholic school, Carol?
/ Tiffany: Like anyone forgets Catholic school.
/ Tiffany: We've both had our confession. Now here's our penance:
/ Tiffany: I've met with Bob Yesman.
/ Tiffany: He's been watching the Girl's Next Door, and he doesn't like what he sees.
/ Tiffany: I've promised... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20070321 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Throne Room - Charles, Prince of Wales and Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall, examine an open package. Prince Charles reads from a sheaf of papers.]]
/ Charles: Roadkillwear.com?
/ Camilla: It only just arrived. No return address.
/ Charles: Apparently, this company takes any manner of dead rodentia you send... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20070725 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[A tornado descends from a threatening grey sky, imperiling a small, lone house]] / [[A woman looks over her shoulder, terrified by a swarm of bees which echoes the shape of the tornado.]] / [[The portly creator of a Webcomic about a gaming magazine lies slumped at his desk, his head lying on his... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20070727 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[Tiffany Dawber, at the eye doctor's office. On the desk is a bag from McDonalds.]]
/ Tiffany: I have never needed glasses in my life.
/ Doctor: Well, you're getting older, and you work on a computer all day...
/ Tiffany: In my life, you quack! / Tiffany: Look, we can test again. That eye chart! That... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20070801 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | [[In the breakroom at work]]
/ CAROL: What're you working on today, Alan?
/ ALAN: I have NOTHING to do today.
/ CAROL: Me neither. / CAROL: I could use a LOOOONG weekend.
/ ALAN [[drinking coffee]]: Me too. It HAS been one darn thing after another these days, hasn't it? / CAROL: C'MON! Let's go!
/ ALAN:... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20070817 |
| s u b u r b a n t r i b e | Narrator: The Next Day... / [[At the office, Alan holding coffee; Jessica speaks from off-panel]] / Alan: Sigh...
/ Jessica: YOU are the smartest man alive.
/ Alan: Ehn? / [[Jessica now in-panel, wearing an "It's Okay to Drink Alone" t-shirt.]] / Alan: Oh... No.
/ Jessica: Alan, if you had shown this... http://suburbantribe.net/showArchive.asp?archive=20080521 |