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Today’s strip is a true story, in that circumstances recently brought me to Disneyland (I’m sure you know what that’s like), while Mowrer was left to ink AND color all three strips from our recent anniversary week all by his lonesome (and a hell of a job he did).

It’s true also that I was pulled onstage at The Golden Horseshoe Revue.  They asked for a “big, hungry bear,” who could roar loudly.  Make of that what you will.


Panel 2, though, that’s all fiction, despite my best efforts. My new Disney Princess crush was ensconced in a cottage in Fantasyland with her sister, with a line of approximately three trillion Bibbity Bobbity Boutiqued little girls, and I’m pretty sure that my sweaty 44 year old self getting in that line would have resulted in an embarrassing encounter with Park Security.

Plus, I had no desire to relive the churro-whipping I got from Mrs. Richmond after this pic was taken in 2005.


They don’t pay those character actors enough.