Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for August 20, 2011

Terminal cuteness strikes again.

The RU Sirius posse comic-tatus[sic] should direct their ire at the real monster. . ..

Let the merchandising begin!

Coming this Christmas—it’s Tickle Me Frankencuddles! Get yours today, while supplies last and Ebay isn’t selling them for thousands of dollars apiece!

I’m not going to start worrying until they re-name the ship the “Q. T. Pie”

The empire of H. Kitty has begun?

They need to start thinking of ways to counter that cuteness. I’m thinking they need to get in touch with Joey Buttafuoco. . .

I got a new puppy yesterday who is cuterer than Frankencuddles. He is the cuterest thing in the whole big wide world. Cuter than Winky’s new spleen. Wish I had waited on renting that Rug Doctor.

Seeing what happened to the mob that Brewster’s leading makes me wonder what would have happened to Frankenstein’s monster if Victor F. had sold tee shirts and action figures. Could’ve been a much happier ending.

Am I the only one wondering why a space station would have pitchforks?

@DCWriter — Shh! You’re ruining it!

You guys are fussing about pitchforks and ignoring the huge fire hazard they’re carrying around on board a space station?

I tweeted that if we didn’t see Frankencuddle’s image today the villagers would revolt! They are approaching Castle Rickard even as I speak, torches and pitchforks in hand!

bahaha, love how there’s a torch-and-pitchfork wielding mob on the spacecraft…

We’ve seen those revolting officers before, several times. Would their names happen to be Cut & Paste?

Who’s the guy in the foreground with the black circle over his face?