Arc# 36: Scaredy Cats
Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 12:04 am
This could lead to some mean comments from the chickens who read this comic Rick...
Hoora, Halloween is finally here!
Hoora, Halloween is finally here!
dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria
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Max's look in panel 4 is priceless.Sinder wrote:ironically, pumpkin-waiting involves neither waiting nor pumpkins
ThisTha Housedog wrote:Max's look in panel 4 is priceless.Sinder wrote:ironically, pumpkin-waiting involves neither waiting nor pumpkins
I always saw him as some sort of a Jerk, but not so much as Bino. Also braggy.GameCobra wrote:Yes! Cat arc! <3 I'm already anxious.
Despite the nice behavior Max has been putting on also, i had a feeling Max had to have a braggy side to him.
Huddle together on a fence and make Peanuts references?Senator_Sunburst wrote:I really want to know what last year's pumpkin waiting was. What did one do!?
This is a likely story.Two_Twig wrote:Huddle together on a fence and make Peanuts references?Senator_Sunburst wrote:I really want to know what last year's pumpkin waiting was. What did one do!?
On Halloween night, late in the evening, you go out into the middle of a pumpkin patch and you wait. You listen to the sound of the wind as it whistles around the pumpkins, fill your lungs with their pumpkiny scent, and feel the chill of the night air upon your skin.Senator_Sunburst wrote:I really want to know what last year's pumpkin waiting was. What did one do!?
*sniff* Thats... beautiful!Sinder wrote:On Halloween night, late in the evening, you go out into the middle of a pumpkin patch and you wait. You listen to the sound of the wind as it whistles around the pumpkins, fill your lungs with their pumpkiny scent, and feel the chill of the night air upon your skin.Senator_Sunburst wrote:I really want to know what last year's pumpkin waiting was. What did one do!?
And you wait.
You make yourself comfortable as the minutes tick by, not just sitting in the pumpkin patch, but becoming one with it, feeling the vines as they stretch out beneath your fingertips, coiling across and weaving through the soil like long, green snakes.
And you wait.
You look up at the sky and watch as clouds drift across the face of the full moon, casting long shadows upon the field below.
And then, at the stroke of midnight, The Destroyer comes.
The whistling wind ratchets up to a howl, and the pale light of the moon above darkens to a bloody red. He arrives in a tornado of flame, his very presence leaving a blighted scorch upon the earth he touches. His body is that of a living, writhing plant, all tentacles and creeping vine-fingers, while his head is a massive, grotesque Jack-O-Lantern, carved with a sneering, laughing, taunting face. Flames dance behind his menacing eyes and within his broad, grinning mouth, his hideous visage glowing with their light. With a wave of what passes for his hand, he summons his infernal, pumpkin-headed minions, who screech and cackle and gibber to each other in some blasphemous tongue as they dance inside the six-sided ring of fire. And the ground trembles, and the sky burns, and the angels weep at his coming.
... at least, that's what's supposed to happen.
Or waiting for the Great Pumpkin! who comes out every Halloween Pumpkin patch out of the most sincere pumpkin patch.Sinder wrote:On Halloween night, late in the evening, you go out into the middle of a pumpkin patch and you wait. You listen to the sound of the wind as it whistles around the pumpkins, fill your lungs with their pumpkiny scent, and feel the chill of the night air upon your skin.Senator_Sunburst wrote:I really want to know what last year's pumpkin waiting was. What did one do!?
And you wait.
You make yourself comfortable as the minutes tick by, not just sitting in the pumpkin patch, but becoming one with it, feeling the vines as they stretch out beneath your fingertips, coiling across and weaving through the soil like long, green snakes.
And you wait.
You look up at the sky and watch as clouds drift across the face of the full moon, casting long shadows upon the field below.
And then, at the stroke of midnight, The Destroyer comes.
The whistling wind ratchets up to a howl, and the pale light of the moon above darkens to a bloody red. He arrives in a tornado of flame, his very presence leaving a blighted scorch upon the earth he touches. His body is that of a living, writhing plant, all tentacles and creeping vine-fingers, while his head is a massive, grotesque Jack-O-Lantern, carved with a sneering, laughing, taunting face. Flames dance behind his menacing eyes and within his broad, grinning mouth, his hideous visage glowing with their light. With a wave of what passes for his hand, he summons his infernal, pumpkin-headed minions, who screech and cackle and gibber to each other in some blasphemous tongue as they dance inside the six-sided ring of fire. And the ground trembles, and the sky burns, and the angels weep at his coming.
... at least, that's what's supposed to happen.
that is just a cover-up and you know itGameCobra wrote:Or waiting for the Great Pumpkin! who comes out every Halloween Pumpkin patch out of the most sincere pumpkin patch.
The funny thing is I thought about that at first too Valerio. Lets hope they don't release any ghosts.valerio wrote:THE HAUNTED MANSION!!!!
*sniffle* I know it's a coincidence, but UBERYAY FOR RICK-SAMA!
Can't help it if he's elusive every Halloween!Sinder wrote:that is just a cover-up and you know it
Sinder wrote:On Halloween night, late in the evening, you go out into the middle of a pumpkin patch and you wait. You listen to the sound of the wind as it whistles around the pumpkins, fill your lungs with their pumpkiny scent, and feel the chill of the night air upon your skin.Senator_Sunburst wrote:I really want to know what last year's pumpkin waiting was. What did one do!?
And you wait.
You make yourself comfortable as the minutes tick by, not just sitting in the pumpkin patch, but becoming one with it, feeling the vines as they stretch out beneath your fingertips, coiling across and weaving through the soil like long, green snakes.
And you wait.
You look up at the sky and watch as clouds drift across the face of the full moon, casting long shadows upon the field below.
And then, at the stroke of midnight, The Destroyer comes.
The whistling wind ratchets up to a howl, and the pale light of the moon above darkens to a bloody red. He arrives in a tornado of flame, his very presence leaving a blighted scorch upon the earth he touches. His body is that of a living, writhing plant, all tentacles and creeping vine-fingers, while his head is a massive, grotesque Jack-O-Lantern, carved with a sneering, laughing, taunting face. Flames dance behind his menacing eyes and within his broad, grinning mouth, his hideous visage glowing with their light. With a wave of what passes for his hand, he summons his infernal, pumpkin-headed minions, who screech and cackle and gibber to each other in some blasphemous tongue as they dance inside the six-sided ring of fire. And the ground trembles, and the sky burns, and the angels weep at his coming.
... at least, that's what's supposed to happen.
"...And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place..."Sinder wrote:On Halloween night, late in the evening, you go out into the middle of a pumpkin patch and you wait. You listen to the sound of the wind as it whistles around the pumpkins, fill your lungs with their pumpkiny scent, and feel the chill of the night air upon your skin.Senator_Sunburst wrote:I really want to know what last year's pumpkin waiting was. What did one do!?
And you wait.
You make yourself comfortable as the minutes tick by, not just sitting in the pumpkin patch, but becoming one with it, feeling the vines as they stretch out beneath your fingertips, coiling across and weaving through the soil like long, green snakes.
And you wait.
You look up at the sky and watch as clouds drift across the face of the full moon, casting long shadows upon the field below.
And then, at the stroke of midnight, The Destroyer comes.
The whistling wind ratchets up to a howl, and the pale light of the moon above darkens to a bloody red. He arrives in a tornado of flame, his very presence leaving a blighted scorch upon the earth he touches. His body is that of a living, writhing plant, all tentacles and creeping vine-fingers, while his head is a massive, grotesque Jack-O-Lantern, carved with a sneering, laughing, taunting face. Flames dance behind his menacing eyes and within his broad, grinning mouth, his hideous visage glowing with their light. With a wave of what passes for his hand, he summons his infernal, pumpkin-headed minions, who screech and cackle and gibber to each other in some blasphemous tongue as they dance inside the six-sided ring of fire. And the ground trembles, and the sky burns, and the angels weep at his coming.
... at least, that's what's supposed to happen.
There is no boy.GameCobra wrote:There is no chicken.
There is no spoon!ChewyChewy wrote:There is no boy.GameCobra wrote:There is no chicken.
The Rick has you!rickgriffin wrote:There is no spoon!ChewyChewy wrote:There is no boy.GameCobra wrote:There is no chicken.