Rest Room
By Ken Drab on December 4th, 2009- Comic »
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Dec 04
Good morning!
Wow. I think this is the latest I’ve posted a comic. Yikes. Got way behind this week, but that’s a story for another time. IT’S THE WEEEEEEEKEND! WOOOHOOO! Hope you enjoyed this week’s strips – next week Rick heads to the doctor’s for a physical…
Thanks for dropping by!
Ken
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Rick the Stick is a webcomic – true that.
Man, been there…waking up in a bathroom wondering where I was, not the being mauled by elves part; been there too but that’s another story.
At least Milton picked up what was left of Rick after his “altercation” and found him some refuge until he recovered.
I could only imagine the looks on some unsuspecting souls face if they were to walk in and see Rick lying in the floor and Milton hovering over him…”Oooops, I can see your busy; I’ll hold it ’til I get home.”
Nice job on the bathroom stalls and the glimpse of the toilet under the door of the one, very good attention to details, that’s one of the things I really like about your work, the detail you put into things even like the background. Great job as always.
Thanks Todd – great feedback!
You’ll have to tell us about your episode with the elves!
Hmmmm luckily every time I’ve woken up in a bathroom its been in someones house. Man the floor is always cold
When that happens, you have to be thankful to be: dry, clothed and free of permanent marker!!!
Well the issues with the elves was one of those not so proud moments in life. I had been living in the North Pole, well not exactly in the North Pole, I had been staying on the island of misfit toys for a few months. It so happens my mother found my back talking to be very unsettling when I was young lad so instead of shock therapy, which my Pediatrician offered through a PPO Plan she shipped me off to the Island of misfit toys.
Well it had been a really good few months hanging with the Polka Dot Elephant, and the Train with Square wheels on his caboose, man that train was a real square, great guy, but a real square. All of a sudden one night we heard this commotion and there was this Red Nosed Caribou, calling himself a Reindeer, let me tell ya I’ve seen reindeer, even date one once (another story for another time); he was no reindeer.
The other fellows took to his story, along with Mr. Klondike Bar and some fruity little elf who wanted to be a dentist; but not me, oh no I knew there was something wrong with this fellow. As night fell I snuck around and caught sight of this red nosed caribou sneaking away from the others, I donned my wet suit and clung to the back of an iceberg he had settled upon. Well it wasn’t long and we were back on the “friendly” side of the North Pole (with the exception of the Abominable Snow Monster).
Now that the Red Nosed Caribou had finally found his way back to Santa’s workshop, and let me tell ya, he was definitely up to no good. He approached a group of loner elves and they started talking about going back to the Island of Misfit Toys and torching the toys so that no one would know the debacle that was released from Santa’s workshop without proper QC. Well I wasn’t gonna stand for that, these toys had befriended me and now was my time to stand up for them.
In short I don’t remember all that happened at that moment, adrenaline rushing through my body, half freezing (forgot to bring a change of clothes) I sprung into action. Those elves didn’t even blink and eye, they were on me like Snow Balls on a Snowman. The next thing I knew I was waking up tied up in a big red bag. I over heard Santa say something about supplying umbrellas to the Misfit Toys and just dropping them off at 30,000 feet and letting the wind and gravity take care of “The Deed” for him.
Fortunately I was delivered back to my home safely, after all Santa had a special arrangement with my mother (if you know what I mean), so to wrap it up not only was that the year I was assaulted by elves, but it was also the year I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.
Todd, that’s VERY creative. Now we’re going to need you to back away slowly from the candy canes. Someone’s obviously laced them with something!
haha! Great stuff!!
Oh and lol @ snowballs on a snowman!
Oh my gosh, I laughed so hard at that! Haha, and I’m gonna have to agree with Ken, lay off the candy canes, buddy. And maybe call your shrink and schedule and extra appointment…just a suggestion.