I took it to be some sort of lingering remnant of the Sesh Gremlin, who exited though that very stove hood in Christmas With Clovis: https://steeple.church/comic/git-git/
Maybe. I’m pretty sure we’ve seen the Sesh Gremlin in the background here and there since then, though. Of course, if he IS somehow haunting the stove hood, that could easily play into what’s going to go wrong at the party.
Somehow, in the first panel, I found myself scanning the room for Lottie’s minichibi. Even though Lottie’s not in this story. Then I saw the face in the steam in the second panel. Not exactly a lottiechibi, but still…
Plus, it would be painfully awkward having someone who does not even eat come to a dinner party, only to discover he won’t fit through the door either. Gareth would say something like “don’t you ladies worry about me, I’ll be fine out here” and then he’d sit alone in the dark and sulk.
I’d read the HECK out of that, though. Just saying.
“Personal Puffery” sounds almost like the title of a Bobbinsverse reality-TV show about a lady running a puffin shelter somewhere on the North Sea Coast.
The very alarming part is that Maggie is right. We already saw that L & C have not Self Control at all. They do what they want even if that could destroy someone else life. Is nice to see how much she cares for Penrose.
I came back to comment that the fuschia sky color seen through the windows, and matching the witches’ arrival, is a great touch. It looks so natural that I didn’t even give it a second glance at first, if you take my meaning.
Yes, of course – the rooves (yeah?) are the main takeaway – but what makes the whole page arguably peak Allison is that there’s enough visual and verbal stuff of consequence to take in that we hardly register the alliterative minefield that Maggie stumbles through in the first panel! She’s so off her game, which is character junk to unpack, but explicating that’s simply an opportunity for bonus jokery in the hands of the master. A+, John!
No, despite hoof/hooves, it’s still spelled roof/roofs. English is just like that sometimes. As the children’s poem goes, “There is one goose and a gaggle of geese, but the plural of moose should never be meese.”
I have just realized that Maggie’s motorbike is another transformer, and that this story is going to come down to her (the bike) and Gareth seeing off a couple of thousand witches, then putting Mrs. Clovis’s hut back together about four seconds before she returns from vacation.
There’s no greater treat than a story that takes place near some rocks/woods/bushes/fields or indeed, in fog. I’ve seldom been very good at remembering this.
Is that an actual face in the fumes of Billie’s cooking or am I one step from seeing Jesus in a grilled cheese?
If it is, I’m sure the extractor fan’ll take care of it. That’s what it’s for, isn’t it?
Must be a hobgoblin!
That was awful. Thank you
Looks very much like a face to me.
I took it to be some sort of lingering remnant of the Sesh Gremlin, who exited though that very stove hood in Christmas With Clovis: https://steeple.church/comic/git-git/
Maybe. I’m pretty sure we’ve seen the Sesh Gremlin in the background here and there since then, though. Of course, if he IS somehow haunting the stove hood, that could easily play into what’s going to go wrong at the party.
I took it as just a simple, one-off nod to that story, but I could be wrong. We shall see.
Sesh is great. I hope he throws a wrench in any plans to ruin and/or save a party.
I’d bet that even the mere mention of a party would be enough to resurrect a shesh gremlin.
It takes a few drinks before a sesh gremlin becomes a shesh gremlin.
shesh greshlish
If Kermit the Frog parties for too long, he becomes the sheesh gremlin.
Maybe Billie is trying a traditional witches’ recipe without knowing the downside of the dish.
Jesus Cheese™!
You’re sitting on a goldmine here, Trebek.
I do not think this is a coincidence. Something’s brewing here.
Love that last panel. Ludmilla and Clotilde on their own hogs, eh?
Sweeping into town.
Vroom broom!
Some of them tried Roombas, but it just wasn’t the same. The old ways are still the best.
I’m pretty sure it’s their familiars that fly on the Roombas.
Somehow, in the first panel, I found myself scanning the room for Lottie’s minichibi. Even though Lottie’s not in this story. Then I saw the face in the steam in the second panel. Not exactly a lottiechibi, but still…
“Iron self-control”
Some forms of iron are rather brittle.
Maggie’s self-control is made of overwrought iron.
Brilliant
I would say they could invite Gareth, but who knows what the witches could do to him.
Plus, it would be painfully awkward having someone who does not even eat come to a dinner party, only to discover he won’t fit through the door either. Gareth would say something like “don’t you ladies worry about me, I’ll be fine out here” and then he’d sit alone in the dark and sulk.
I’d read the HECK out of that, though. Just saying.
“Personal Puffery” sounds almost like the title of a Bobbinsverse reality-TV show about a lady running a puffin shelter somewhere on the North Sea Coast.
No no no. In this universe personal puffery must be something about puffer jackets. Or did Lottie put an end to that when she burned hers?
I didn’t ask for the roofs, but I do appreciate them.
They’re amazing roofs.
The very alarming part is that Maggie is right. We already saw that L & C have not Self Control at all. They do what they want even if that could destroy someone else life. Is nice to see how much she cares for Penrose.
The roofs probably didn’t ask to be drawn either, but I suspect they appreciate that they now exist (well, depending on the plot twists, of course).
I came back to comment that the fuschia sky color seen through the windows, and matching the witches’ arrival, is a great touch. It looks so natural that I didn’t even give it a second glance at first, if you take my meaning.
I wonder if asking Brian to come along with the Rev. would increase the Disaster Potential Quotient by 5 times or 10…
I’m pretty sure Brian has his own entry in Mrs. Clovis’s definition of “indecorous visitors”..
Yes, of course – the rooves (yeah?) are the main takeaway – but what makes the whole page arguably peak Allison is that there’s enough visual and verbal stuff of consequence to take in that we hardly register the alliterative minefield that Maggie stumbles through in the first panel! She’s so off her game, which is character junk to unpack, but explicating that’s simply an opportunity for bonus jokery in the hands of the master. A+, John!
No, despite hoof/hooves, it’s still spelled roof/roofs. English is just like that sometimes. As the children’s poem goes, “There is one goose and a gaggle of geese, but the plural of moose should never be meese.”
“No sea horrors, nor those who would pursue relations with them” on the obverse of the pamphlet, with a far-too-lavish illustration.
Sigh, this was supposed to be a response to John Campbell above. Responding to things on mobile remains a dangerous game!
Hmm… Chekhov’s hog…
I have just realized that Maggie’s motorbike is another transformer, and that this story is going to come down to her (the bike) and Gareth seeing off a couple of thousand witches, then putting Mrs. Clovis’s hut back together about four seconds before she returns from vacation.
Any story that involves having to draw that bike over and over again will remain in the realms of fan fiction
For a comic I made in college, I didn’t want to draw too many roofs, so I made the neighborhood very… woodsy.
There’s no greater treat than a story that takes place near some rocks/woods/bushes/fields or indeed, in fog. I’ve seldom been very good at remembering this.
INCOMING!
There’s still time to change “wrong” to “pear-shaped” for a perfect piece of alliteration.