A Furry convention. One says to another: “I’m not a Furry, actually. I’m an escaped psychopath hiding from the police. Oddly enough, my crime was slaughtering Furries at a convention. Crazy world, huh?”
I think I’m going to spend the weekend writing a movie script based on this concept.
Speaking of escaped psychopaths, here’s more Dick Tracy:
Selbert Depool was locked away in the loony bin for two decades so his Uncle could steal his fortune. Except Selbert really is a crazy killer, as his kindly aunt will soon discover.
There’s no explanation for his raccoon eyes. The pun behind his name is obscure; read backwards, Selbert Depool becomes “Looped Trebles.” The plot revolves around a sweater made for Selbert by his aunt, an inveterate knitter, and loop and treble are knitting stitches.
Come back next week and draw, draw, draw. I’ll try to be here, too. Buy your kid I Am a Genius of Unspeakable Evil and I Want to be Your Class President. It’s the perfect summer read.