Housepets!

This could lead to some mean comments from the chickens who read this comic Rick...

Hoora, Halloween is finally here!

Cool, an arc centered around the cats! I mean, most of my favorite characters are dogs, but it's good to see the two getting more equal treatment.

And I totally did not see the last panel coming. I thought it was pretty awesome.

Max's facial expressions are awesome.
I need to get a Max fan userbar.

I saw the last panel coming though. Made me chuckle though.

It's not loading for me... But it sounds awesome...

Yay this arc looks like its going to be fun and scary. at "Don't Start"

ctcmjh wrote:It's not loading for me... But it sounds awesome...

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Direct link.

ironically, pumpkin-waiting involves neither waiting nor pumpkins

Sinder wrote:ironically, pumpkin-waiting involves neither waiting nor pumpkins

Max's look in panel 4 is priceless.

Tha Housedog wrote:

Sinder wrote:ironically, pumpkin-waiting involves neither waiting nor pumpkins

Max's look in panel 4 is priceless.

This

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.

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.

I always saw him as some sort of a Jerk, but not so much as Bino. Also braggy.

THE HAUNTED MANSION!!!!
*sniffle* I know it's a coincidence, but UBERYAY FOR RICK-SAMA!

I really want to know what last year's pumpkin waiting was. What did one do!?

Max is epic now, Apparently.

I want a Max fan userbar but using his face at panel 3. That'd be sweet.

Senator_Sunburst wrote:I really want to know what last year's pumpkin waiting was. What did one do!?

Huddle together on a fence and make Peanuts references?

Two_Twig wrote:

Senator_Sunburst wrote:I really want to know what last year's pumpkin waiting was. What did one do!?

Huddle together on a fence and make Peanuts references?

This is a likely story.
And Peanut wears his sweater the whole time.

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.

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.

Sinder wrote:

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.

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.

*sniff* Thats... beautiful!
Until The Destroyer comes anyway.

Sinder wrote:

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.

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.

GameCobra wrote:Or waiting for the Great Pumpkin! who comes out every Halloween Pumpkin patch out of the most sincere pumpkin patch.

that is just a cover-up and you know it

valerio wrote:THE HAUNTED MANSION!!!!
*sniffle* I know it's a coincidence, but UBERYAY FOR RICK-SAMA!

The funny thing is I thought about that at first too Valerio. Lets hope they don't release any ghosts.

Sinder wrote:that is just a cover-up and you know it

Can't help it if he's elusive every Halloween!

Sinder wrote:

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.

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.

Really?! Then how is this turned into a challenge?

Sinder wrote:

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.

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..."

The chicken is now my favorite character.


That is all.

Its official name seems to be "what chicken."

Cute seeing these two together again!

And I LOVED the Foghorn Leghorn reference!

Now, what's--ah say, what's the big idea o' makin' chicken jokes in this comic, boy?

There is no chicken.

GameCobra wrote:There is no chicken.

There is no boy.

ChewyChewy wrote:

GameCobra wrote:There is no chicken.

There is no boy.

There is no spoon!

rickgriffin wrote:

ChewyChewy wrote:

GameCobra wrote:There is no chicken.

There is no boy.

There is no spoon!

The Rick has you!

I was wondering when someone was going to say that.

This arc looks good already! Max really seems like the bino of the cats in this comic. I hope he gets a good scare, or something just as cliched, anyway.

Well, Max does live with Bino, so...

Oh, i don't think Max qualifies as the Bino of cats just yet. Sure, he has a teasing habit, but that's about it so far >.>

lol'd at the last panel.

Isn't Babylon Gardens a fairly new development? Where did the abandoned mansion come from?