Sesame Street. Cookie Monster lies dead and bleeding on the ground, with an arrow through his chest. Everyone on the street looks horrified and/or weeps openly. Abraham Van Helsing (maybe he has a weapons case with his name stenciled on it) stands over the dead Muppet, holding a crossbow, baffled: “What? I’m a monster hunter. Why is everyone being so weird about this?”
It’s easy to forget that Cookie Monster is a monster.
Gregory Hardy makes his drawing debut with this fantastic take on eight nine five:
This is a terrific cartoon. I suspect Gregory isn’t a professional artist, but he’s a pretty talented amateur. He’s funny, too. His psychic is wonderfully daffy and his onlooker is perfectly nonplused. Plus he improved my punchline: earbuds are funnier and more specific than phones.
Gregory is from South Carolina, which means, like me, he’s a Sandlapper, which is (or used to be) the nickname for a South Carolinian. There was a song we used to sing about it in school. I doubt they still do that anymore; the song was pretty corny, even when I was a kid, but I liked it. Anyway, hi Gregory, and thanks for the cartoon — it made my day. Please draw more!
All you non-Sandlappers: Draw.
Nicely done, Gregory!