Endtown by Aaron Neathery for November 05, 2018

Oh well, Wally… That’s the way the cookie crumbles.

It’s easy for him to say since he isn’t being turned into a cookie.

I love him, though. Wally’s so sweet.

Moral Of The Story “Don’t mess with LSD”

Uhhh, Marx? I’d call that more of a nightmare than a dream…

Once that other eye covers over, he’ll never see the end of it!

Even in the apocalypse, tropes live on and prosper, roaming free across the blasted and/or candy-covered landscape.

“Yeah, it’s not me, so I’m not gonna worry about it.”

He’ll probably wake up feeling a bit crumb-y.

Wally wakes up smelling the cookies Kirby’s cooking.

Wally, a ginger cat?

That’s what he gets for eating gingerbread right before bed. Maybe Kirbee was “baking” again… ;-)

At least he’ll be delicious with milk!

… and then Dorothy slammed the door shut, blotting out the barrage of intense color, and thought to herself, “Dang, that’s some crazy-ass shit!”

“Oh, life could be a dream / If I could take you up in paradise up above / If you would tell me I’m the only one that you love / Life could be a dream, sweetheart!” (Sh-Boom, Sh-Boom.)

Wally must be going through some heavy cat-tharsis.

Aaron, sorry, but the scene isn’t right. It’s supposed to be a Gingerbread MAN not a Gingerbread Cat. (not to mention the Professor and Mary Ann)

Am I the only one noticing that Marx is about to disappear into a monochrome world, the usual reality of Endtown?

Either Marx talks to Wally in his dreams, or he was so traumatized by his encounters with Marx that he is STILL having nightmares about him.

He said it was a bad dream I wouldn’t worry ’bout it none, though Them old dreams are only in your head