Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for October 12, 2017

Speak for yourself.

I don’t mind clowns myself.

“… kill all the dinosaurs.” You mean the clowns are 1. That malevolent?, and 2. Been around that long?

I’m down the midway watching the snake lady crawl on her belly like a reptile.

Help! Help! Creepy clowns from outer space are attacking..!

Cliff to the rescue!

No, Pam!

I’d MUCH rather be hit with a banana cream pie than an asteroid…

You can’t even eat an asteroid.

And I thought all the dim=nosaurs were drowned in the Great Flood caused by the selzer bottles. Silly me.

Forget the dinosaurs and the asteroids…Pam is hot!

Why does the first panel remind me of a certain North Korean dictator?

Send an army of mimes against them. Maybe they’ll wipe each other out…

I just picture the leader of the clowns sounding like Tim Curry.

The clowns were angry that the T-rexs would not clap for them.

Feel like the clowns complaining on being scary now days would make more sense.

All that sugar and starch and fat. They all died of (taking off sunglasses)… Dinobetes.