A NEW VOTING INCENTIVE COMIC (generated by me and my six year-old daughter)!!!
After watching a Reading Rainbow episode about comic artists, my daughter really wanted to try her hand at the process. This is the result: a comic co-written and colored by her, with my fantastic brush doing the ink. (Her watercolor job is actually better than my contribution, IMHO.)
You get a new THRILLING page each week, so you don’t want to miss it! I mean, the plot! It’s so … yeah.
VOTE BECAUSE IT’S ADORABLISH!
As for this comic…
I came up with the final draft of Daphne’s concluding lines in this comic exactly five minutes before posting. Sometimes it’s like that. If you can believe it, previous drafts featured two different Sonic the Hedgehog jokes. I bailed on them because I thought they were a little too esoteric. If one can apply the word ‘esoteric’ to a blue hedgehog.
Next week marks the long delayed return to Puck and Phoebe. Which is a good thing in this here webcomic that claims to mainly be a comic about Puck and Phoebe.
![Common sense keeps texting me, trying to patch it all up, but I'm like "No, man. It's over. Common sense, you're too good for me."](https://puckcomics.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/puck-312.jpg "Common sense keeps texting me, trying to patch it all up, but I'm like "No, man. It's over. Common sense, you're too good for me."")
Puck 312
Chapter: The Happiest Place in OntarioCharacters: Colin Daphne Miranda Tyler (aka Taylor)Tags: baby Canada's Funderland common sense
A NEW VOTING INCENTIVE COMIC (generated by me and my six year-old daughter)!!!
After watching a Reading Rainbow episode about comic artists, my daughter really wanted to try her hand at the process. This is the result: a comic co-written and colored by her, with my fantastic brush doing the ink. (Her watercolor job is actually better than my contribution, IMHO.)
You get a new THRILLING page each week, so you don’t want to miss it! I mean, the plot! It’s so … yeah.
VOTE BECAUSE IT’S ADORABLISH!
As for this comic…
I came up with the final draft of Daphne’s concluding lines in this comic exactly five minutes before posting. Sometimes it’s like that. If you can believe it, previous drafts featured two different Sonic the Hedgehog jokes. I bailed on them because I thought they were a little too esoteric. If one can apply the word ‘esoteric’ to a blue hedgehog.
Next week marks the long delayed return to Puck and Phoebe. Which is a good thing in this here webcomic that claims to mainly be a comic about Puck and Phoebe.
Ok. Show of hands, who loves to change diapers?
MEEEEEEEE!!! No, wait… What was the question again?
It’s a trick! Get an axe.
They’ll have their:
shivs – check
Pipe – check
Hammer – check
Axe – check
Subject – check
Location – check
Desire – check
Vengeance – check.
Groovy.
poor Colin we shall miss you :3 ( for his grave stone it shall say ‘ death by redhead )
That’s why he needs a time-travelling machine to go back to the past and fix this mistake before it ever began.
Thank god for helicopter parents, because babies are alway safer when being looked after by park security.
They’re crusaders of passive aggression.
As someone who worked in park security for a summer… No. Oh HELL no. Neither I nor my coworkers are equipped to handle small children.
The whole thing really is sort of a tragedy waiting to happen.
You have officially broadened my horizons – up until this comic I’d never heard the phrase ‘helicopter mom’
Helicopter parenting is a growing movement. It’s annoying, but really it’s the dominant parenting philosophy today.
Just like the ‘lactation assistant’?
Exactly.
Sooo, she’s a decent example of a helicopter type of person.
Don’t mention your connection, Daphne. The babe’s ripe for a’changin’…
Notice she didn’t.
Come gather ‘round children
Whoever you be.
For Miranda’s great waters
Could fill up the sea.
We admit that the diapers
Are soaked to the skin.
If your stomach and nose are worth savin’,
Now a good babysitter had better begin,
For the babe, she needs a-changin’.
Well Colin, I guess that we could say that “You’re too slow!”
That’s one way to put it…
Guess he’ll need to get his wits together at Sonic speed! Let’s how no Shadow falls over his vision, or Puck’s Knuckles will wreck his Tails!
Let’s “hope”. How did “hope” become “how”?
You want the real Sonic joke I was toying with? One was concerning Colin being someone who loses his cool easily, and was based on the concept that when Sonic was running out of oxygen and the tense music started, Colin turned off the console. It was way too dependent of readers having actually PLAYED a Sonic game. The other was just a lame joke about Colin’s chances being about the same chances that the next Sonic game would be good.
Yeah, both would have been lame. 🙁
ElecGeck … do us a favour and don’t EVER reference the Sonic Drowning Music. There is no surer way to trigger a Sega fan into a trembling wreck.
Hitokiri; a few years back (I just came up through the archives in August, or so) you mentioned how you use “Blue Shell” whenever someone posts “First!”
I’ve been using it, lately.
And now I’ve got others doing it, too! 😀
You started a good thing, man.
FIRST!!!
BLUE SHELL!
Super Horn! 😛
NARF!
What do you want to do tonight, Brain?
Colin sure is freaking out.
Holy auto-playing ad!
I don’t know if you squash auto loaders, but the Jim Henson one is going at it – and loud, too.
[and Ghostery (which I whitelist webcomic sites) is showing 68 items. That’s way up there. (7 is typical)]
After posting this; it’s down to 16.
I dunno about autoplaying ads. Never encountered it before. Though I’ll look into it.
I almost feel bad for Colin. Almost.
…I hate diaper changes. A lot. (I suck at them, alright?)
Helicopter-mom? That’s… Rare to hear. At least she did the ‘right’ thing (she didn’t know where the parents were, so…)
Well, I’d say the ‘right’ thing to do is to wait around a few minutes until the crummy parent shows, give him or her a passive-aggressive talking to, then carry on your way. If parent doesn’t show after a few minutes, then take the kid to security.
I cant tell, in the last panel is Colin supposed to sound like a Wookie or a Tauntaun?
I was imagining a combination of both, really.
I’m thinking that there is going to be a whole lot of secret keeping coming soon in the Colin, Daphne and Tyler/Taylor dynamic. As in “Colin if you don’t tell Puck we were in Funderland lock down then we don’t tell Puck you lost little Miranda temporarily”!! “Do we have a deal Colin”? “Yes, we have a deal Daphne”! And everyone goes home safe and sound. Of course Puck going ballistic would be a lot more exciting.
I think they won’t get out of this one so easily. Besides, secret secrets are no fun…
Besides, irony is funnier;
Daphne goes to jail for burning down the cave.
Puck goes into a rage and burns down the jail (from the heat of her glow).
Something like that. And everyone ends up in jail, a la Seinfeld.
In fairness to Colin, several items to mention=
1. When your baby daughter has disappeared, thinking calmly is not likely to be even done with difficulty.
2. The park really should make an announcement over the PA system.
3. When it is PUCK’s baby daughter that is missing and YOU were left in charge of PUCK’s baby daughter, SCREAMING IN TERROR, GIBBERING IN FEAR and SNAPPING YOUR MIND is the most calm and sensible thing to do!
All intelligent points. Though I’m not sure they would actually announce “Would the owners of the missing baby please report to the Lost and Found” over the P.A. system. Maybe they would.
I just finished reading all of the Puck strips in an effort to understand it’s genesis and I have given-up so just let me pose this question. “Why do you populate your work with emotionally damaged characters that are caught in a downward spiral to devastation? Why do you consider this humor?”
Maybe it’s NOT funny. Maybe it’s actually a tragedy masquerading as a comedy in a weird postmodern style. Or it’s just ill-conceived. Probably the latter.
Out of curiosity, and to refresh my memory, I went back in time;
https://puckcomics.com/?comic=puck-279
This whole trip was Pucks’ idea. Therefore, everything happening here is, technically, Pucks’ fault – if you think about it.
Agreed.
So to follow this logic; A man working in a steel mill, making parts
for autos is responsible for the deaths caused by Drink Drivers.
Well, how unexpected. Seems our convo. has answered most of my questions after all
Glad to be of service.
Ensitue go ahead and tell puck that at the end of this arc. I will be in orbit taking pictures.
I felt it was unfair for Daphne to disparage Colin’s Common Sense, considering the fact that she’s currently in “jail” for theft and accidental arson; but then again, being a teenager is not always about being fair, and he did let his Inner Idiot overrule his common sense (although it seems understandable that Common Sense was driven off by Need To Pee – and what an interesting panel that might have made…).
There’s not a whole lot of common sense going on in this comic. What little there is is usually coming from either Tyler or Phoebe, and they’re too weak-willed to really have much influence.
Hey, in this case I think said “helicopter mom” deserves compliments, not condescension. Leaving a baby out alone is DANGEROUS. Too many predators out there…
As for Colin – he deserves at least a temporary breakdown.
I’m not judging anyone here. No judging for me.
Not even for prize pup in dog show?
The Welsh Corgi wins.
Geck! Outside of the German Shepherd, that’s like my favorite dog! I love em. 😀
Oh yeah, no way would I want to trade places with Colin right about now. That’s a fall I wouldn’t want to take even for my best road dog.
All dogs are good dogs. Except Boston terriers. They look like they didn’t spend enough time in the oven.
UPDATE: Satan and his crew must have really enjoyed our last grift, because Sigmund has told me they want to try it again.
But Satan figures if a family cries their eyes out by “losing” a cat that has been with them for just a few weeks, how much sweeter the grief if I lived with them for a couple of years !
I mull this over, and gaze up at my friends. Sigmund, Satan, and Tracee are grinning ear-to-ear (Tracee is even giggling a bit). I aim to please, so I say let’s go for it.
Sigmund stuffs me in a tattered shoe box, again, and drops SalemCat off at the local pound, again. Before you know it, I’m in a cage, again, where I scout for a mark, again. Heh heh.
But now, I’m beginning to realize I may have been just lucky the first time. People are pointing at me and laughing – cruelly. At my butt.
I should explain. I have no Tail. No, none. I don’t recall why.
Was I born this way ? Did I have an encounter with a door ? Fight with a Litter-Mate ? Was I just hungry ? Beats me.
Anyhow, I’ve overheard the Staff, and their nicknames for me. “Bobbie” – “Tailless” – “Stumpy”. Not nice. No.
And then, when a lady with large sunglases is peering in, I catch a reflection in her lens of the NAME TAG they have attached to my cage. Drooley. (Not Dooley, which would have been kind of cool) DROOLEY !!
Ok, so I DO have that other issue.
(sniffle)
“Less brimstone, more Bichon Frise.”