Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

scribblings on paper, 1985



he opened the door to his room and found things going on.

HEY! Any one seen my clip?

"clip-clap? no. but us be clippy clink. claptrap clique we are. come in!"

"Clap, whose got the clap?" screams the stoner in the corner drawing a grateful dead skeleton on the wall with a boner.

he got friends in high places...

continual party, all his friends were there as usual. His mother generally told him when she'd let someone in, but these days, Mom seemed to have lost count of things.

Didn't matter. When the inevitable dinner bell rang, he'd have a few helpers to finish the endless helpings of potato chips and tuna salad.

Meanwhile, they had to finish the afternoon's plan. Produce as much energy as humanly possible and save it in the generator for later.

there is a party going on
mom has lost count of things
and grandpaw has lost his shoes
meanwhile the kids are having more fun than a circus