The Far Side of Gregoropolis

 Our resident prankster, Kirwan Mahoney, has taken a respite from terrorizing poor Noah Conrad and taken up a more literary pursuit...

Kirwan Mahoney: Oh, that Gary Larson.  The man's a genius!

Kirwan: Wait, what's this one?

Kirwan: >SNORT< Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Kirwan: HAHAHAHAHAHA-HEE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Kirwan: >Pant, pant< >Snicker> >Whew<

I...oh!  Hmmmmmm....

Kirwan: Conor!  Just the experime, I mean boy I was looking for.

Baby Conor: Bah?

A little later...

Nanny Wendy: >GASP<  CONOR!!!

If the Shoe Doesn't Fit...

 Kevin and Eric are kicking around the soccer ball while Daisy, Daphne, and Holly Belle watch.

>THUNK<

Kevin: Ouch!

>THUNK<

Kevin: Ouch!

Daisy: Honestly, why doesn't Kevin put on more suitable shoes?

>THUNK<

Kevin: Ouch!

Daphne: Oh, sweetie, you know how men are.

>THUNK<

Kevin: Ouch!

Holly Belle: Well, I've had enough of this nonsense.

Holly Belle: Oi, Kevin!  Go change into some different shoes!

Kevin: Yes, ma'am.

Holly Belle: Now why can't everyone just do what I tell them to?

Too Zen For School

 

Frank: Hey, what's going on here?

Valerie: What's going on is that school starts tomorrow 

and I'm trying to get ready!

Valerie: You do remember that school starts tomorrow?

Frank: I try to push troubling thoughts like that out of my head.

That's why I'm so zen.

Valerie: Alright, Mr. Dalai Lama, have you also pushed out of your head

the fact that we have an essay due on the first day?

It's on how we spent our summer vacation.

Frank: Technically, summer vacation isn't over yet.

Can't write the book if you don't know the ending.

Valerie: Nevertheless, it's due tomorrow, scholar.

Frank: It's only 8 o'clock.  I've got plenty of time to get that essay done.

But first, I need a donut or two.  I can't create on an empty stomach.

A little later...

Frank: "How I spent my summer vacation: I ate donuts."

Frank: So fresh!  So spontaneous!

Bowie: You're such a goofus.

Summer Break (Blogcation)

 Chance Victor and Diego Luis are here to let you know that Gregoropolis is taking a summer holiday for a couple of weeks.  We'll be back soon with more Sasha-Gregor adventures!

Sasha Wine?

 Emile has declared himself the official wine inspector of Gregoropolis.

Emile: Eet only stands to reason, n'est-ce pas?  'Oo knows more about wine zan ze French?

Louisette: Mais oui.

Today he's in the wine cellar, looking over Daddy Steve's latest purchases.

Emile: Well, at least 'e did not go to le magasin Trader Joe's zees time.

All zat dreadful, cheap 'ipster wine!

Louisette: Obviously your good taste and expertise are finally rubbing off on 'eem.

Emile: >Bouf!< California wine?!? 'Ow gauche!

Logan: I thought California wine was supposed to be really good.

Emile: Oh, eet's a fine place to grow lettuce and garlic, but wine? Non!

Katy: How did he get to be such a snob?

Logan: For a little guy, he has giant-size opinions.

Emile: Now zees ees an excellent French wine.  A very fine vintage!

Louisette: And look, eet even 'as ze Sasha logo--une marque de qualité!

Katy: It's very similar, yes.  But isn't the red circle supposed to be off center?

Logan: No worries; by the time Daddy Steve has finished off the bottle,

it will look off center to him!

A Nice Relaxing Walk

 

Nathan: Wow, Miguel and Marco, that was a great barbecue you guys put on!

Holly Belle: Yes, it was delicious.

Marco: Gracias, amigos

Miguel: It's all in the sauce!

Nathan: You know, we should all go on a little stroll.

A walk after dinner is always so relaxing.

Holly Belle: What a great idea!  I'll need to get my purse first.

Nathan: Purse?!?

Ten minutes later...

Nathan: Finally!  What do you have in there that's so important?

Holly Belle: Oh, you know, the usual stuff--lippy, compact, hankie, flashlight,

duct tape, 3-in-1 pocket multi tool, anti-zombie spray...

Dan Ryan: Good grief!

Holly Belle: Hey, a girl's got to be prepared for anything.

Nathan: Well, at least we're ready now.

Dan Ryan: Actually, I should use the bathroom first.

Marta: Oh, me too!

Meghan: And I need to change my shoes.

Charles: I should probably feed my frogs first.

Wendell: Maybe I should change my underwear.

Nathan: AAARRGGHH!

Thirty minutes later...

Holly Belle: Okay, we're all ready now.

Nathan: >Sigh<  I've lost interest.

Holly Belle: But Nathan, a walk after dinner is always so relaxing.

Meeting the New Boy VIII: Diego Luis

 

Pete Dakota: BR, BR, BR!

Benjamin Roy: What, Pete? What, Pete? What, Pete?

Pete: Chance is home from the Festival!

BR: That's not news; we were expecting him back.

Pete: He didn't come home alone!

BR: Whoa.  Now that's news.

Chance Victor: Hi, fellas.  This is our new brother Diego Luis!

Diego Luis: Hola, mis amigos.  Well, mis hermanos, now, I guess.

Chance: Daddy John adopted him from Aunt Florence.  

BR: Hi, I'm BR

Pete: And I'm Pete Dakota.  Welcome!

Diego Luis: Oh, er, ay Dios mío...

Chance: Okay, too much.  Just breathe.  It's all good.

Can I get you anything?

Diego: Well, could I have a shower?  And a change of clothes?

I feel like I've been wearing these for 50 years.

Chance: Of course.

A bit later...

Chance: Hi, there he is!  Feel better?

Diego: ¡Sí! That helped; I can do this.

Diego: But pobre de mi, these are the only other clothes I brought with me.

I have nothing else to wear.

Chance: That's okay.  I'm a model and I have tons of outfits.

I'll share.  I know they'll fit you.

Diego: ¡Gracias!

Chance: Did you have a chance to meet any of the other kids?

Diego: Well, I did meet a girl in the kitchen...

Diego: Hola, I am --

Uli: --Ach, too skinny!  I vill fatten you up.

Chance: Oh, yeah, that's Uli.

Diego: Then there was another girl...

Diego: Buenas días, señorita, I ---

Holly Belle: Enchanted, dear.

Be a pet and bring in those bags from the other room for me.

Chance: That sounds like Holly Belle.

After her, meeting everyone else will be a cake walk.

Even Stephen Orange.

Diego: Other than those other two boys this morning, I have 

not yet met any other brothers.  Well, there was one who said he was a model.

Chance: >Sniff< That was me.

Diego: Ay chihuahua...Uh, shall we kick the football around a bit?

Chance: >Hmmpf< I suppose...

Diego: Ay, Diego Luis, mijo, what have you gotten yourself into?