The only thing I could think, looking at this monster, was that it appeared to be an amalgamation of Captain Caveman, one of the Hair Bear Bunch things, and maybe one of those things from the Mucinex commercials.  Ignoring the latter allowed me to concentrate on the direction I chose for this strip.  This particular comic requires significant suspension of disbelief – you have to accept the idea of sorcery, that a bored sorcerer would take the time to do something stupid like this, that a mother would speak so casually to her son about face removal, and that Hanna-Barbera rejected ideas in the ’70s and ’80s.  Ooh, thoroughly-unnecessary burrrrrn.  Seriously, though, two words: Turbo Teen.

…Wait, Wikipedia tells me that was Ruby-Spears.  Okay, well, for a more accurately-researched sampling of Hanna-Barbera cartoons (set to music, no less,) please see Luke Ski’s “The Hanna-Barbera Polka.”

This one’s late due to computer problems – full-on motherboard destruction, in fact.  But I have ordered the components to build myself a nifty new machine, so I am now out of the panicky phase and into the excited “checking the UPS tracking info every thirty seconds” phase.

MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: *laugh, creepy thumbs up*

Tired now,