Weeeoooo! Seee, he wasn’t dead.
or maybe he was – but only briefly!

I’d always figured the dad would try to kill himself, but “they” wouldn’t let him (his loving family. who else? … ok, maybe someone else). Plus, he mostly contributed brains to the equation, so why not boil him down a little bit. Right from the start, my goal was to get the father’s head into a jar. but have the family still very much in love. awwww.

i really love the idea of a family circus, where they’re all quite the misfits. Except the mom, i guess. Ey? I toyed with the idea that she might be blind, or a robot, but it never rings true. Guess it exposes some psychology. She does have a twist. but it’s kinda lame/minor.

uh.

well,
the script for this strip was just “he tells a joke. punchline. family laughs.” this is an example of how the remaining scripts are really lacking. for the remainder of the story. no direction. not enough detail in the dialogue. hrumpf. and about 50 of them are “summed up” as “these plot points play out.” … so I really need to write them out and experiment with combinations. no longer have time to put this off. AND YET I DO.

uh.
anywho. for this strip:
I toyed with a lot of groaner puns around “getting a head” and brains. but. figured the gist should be that he isn’t relating exactly what happened, and he isn’t a comedian. he should be stretching the truth so that it sounds like he fought his way back to them. in this jar.
Maybe it would seem more like a joke if the head-in-the-jar said something like “or i’d punch him inna face!” … but i feel like that might draw some melancholic reminder that he’s severely crippled. better that he celebrate what little he can do. physically.
plus it sets up…

MY GOD IT HAS GOTTEN STRANGE!

and so.
I like the idea that this is a wholesome family “of misfits in trouble.” but it feels pret-ty strange at the moment. maybe i totally mishandled the pacing and reveals. ehhhh.
well.

it is after midnight.
that means : no time for judging or rethinking.
only time for going to sleep so I can function during the day job tomorrow morning. woof.

p.s. I hope that “scary hairy face” suggests either the doctor or one of the man-beasts. does it? i feel like i’m dancing all around things so much that people may reject them when they’re finally spelled out. hmm. (like the way people refuse to accept that storm troopers ARE clone troopers. they just say “why did they call it attack of the clones? where did all these clones go anyway?”). similarly, “well kept family” is also meant to be a hint. hint hint hint. sigh. fail? hmm. feels like fail.

doling out information is hard.