Weapon Brown 261 by JY on April 21, 2014 at 12:00 am Chapter: 11 Who's Your Daddy  └ Tags: anger, blood, cars, Garage, HOBS, running, Snoop, tiger
Yeah, THIS isn’t a trap.
Snoop. In the garage. With an RPG.
“Here comes the World War I flying ace in his Sopwith Camel…”
badass.
best comic in the world.
Good God your art is amazing.
Thank you all, but especially Katy. In fact, ONLY Katy. The rest of you can go to HELL!!!!
I’m hungry. Think I’ll go to the Captcha Country Kitchen and eat Several Niallogt.
HOBS, ol dishrag, you forgot the first rule of the old Cat & Mouse game…
Make sure YOU’RE not the mouse.
One of my favorite things about the original was the way it would capture Hobbes’ movement with a glimpse of his tail.
Suddenly I have a craving for fish.
Great work, and my money is Snoop’s found himself some wheels and Hobbes is gonna have some new stripes on his back.
I remember when Hobbes would take damage in the strip. Calvin’s mom would patch him up. I feel like she’s gonna need a lot of string here in a few moments.
what?
Thursday??
*grumble*
yeah, happy birthday. 40 ain’t shit.
Today is the 8th Anniversary of Roy Horn’s mauling by Montecore during his Las Vegas Seigfried and Roy act.
Just sayin.
Didn’t realize before now how much this strip resembles an old C&H Sunday strip!