
Haha. Also, it kills you.






Ok, seriously, Dick Tracy. Various people have been partially ripped to shreds for a week by these dogs. Seeing as your M.O. is generally "kill the villain in the most gruesome way possible," why not just shoot the hellbeasts?
IN THE MIND OF THE CARTOONIST: "Wow, I just thought of a really good frog pun. Too bad it has nothing to do with the basic premise of my strip. Maybe the frogs could be men who were changed into frogs by the wizard....nah, I'll just run the frog pun."
Emotionless Robot-woman with Idiotic Tart versus adorable cougar kittens.



Ha ha, Herb has a boring life. No really, he does. I read this every day. Still, there are some things about this comic I don't understand:
Fred Basset pretty much has two styles of jokes: incredibly tame puns and self-aware meta-comics, as exemplified in today's installment. The incredibly tame puns are like my cup of mental earl grey tea in the morning. They are nicely drawn, gentle, and bring a feeling of contentment. The other kind, usually involving Fred in a blank white space accidentally knocking down the sides of the panels or talking to the camera, are like a disgusting cup of smack-the-reader-in-the-face. How can a cartoonist be so lazy and uncreativ...aww those ears in the third panel are just so darn cute! Next time, Fred Basset! Next Time!