Wallace the Brave by Will Henry for November 07, 2019

Can’t do that in my car – it pulls a touch to the right.

I sometimes feel like I am playing “Where is the Sasquatch?” I wanna wave back:)

That’s a level or three up from the “Guess how long Da can steer with just one knee.” game.

Spud did make his intentions clear when Dad asked the question. He is fully within his rights to get out right now.

Poor Spud is never gonna make it to puberty.

My friend does this because I don’t drive…I don’t like it

Now, I’m sure Dad’s in control the whole time..

Will Henry has fun living! This strip is always original, inventive and visually enticing. I’m in love with the whole brew. Tanx, Will, for sharing your joy.

And if the car hits a tree? Everybody wins or everybody loses?

Love the bee comment

Hey look! It’s disgraced former CEO of Blue Cross Blue Shield, Dr. Patrick Conway!

It looks like there is the shadow of a person to the right of the tree and they’re waving.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Sounds like a fun game.. a twist on the chicken game.. and you can play this one without another car..

This is similar to the Russian Roulette that people play when texting and driving.

Death comes for us all. So, why not make it into a game?

Easy for dad to play the game. He’s the only one with a seat belt…

We call this: Guess who’s airbag will deploy first

Wallace’s dad is insane — but fun.

Mr Henry- I think to answer the bee’s question, you should have signed the strip “Will Honey”… :^)

Current trajectory has them just scraping by the house on the right, and ending up in their own yard. That’s if Spud doesn’t get a hands-on lesson about integral calculus and automotive mechanisms.

Where the Honey At?

In highschool, I had a friend who said he had taught himself to drive entirely by the sound of the road, the feedback from the wheel, and the response of the brake and accelerator. At night, on back country roads, he would close his eyes and guide the car along the winding gravel at a bit below the speed limit. His head was motionless, his voice calm, his steering just a slight bit unsure. Never did we stray from the road.

It was uncanny and terrifying.

… Years later, I’m quite sure that I worked out the trick: he closed only his right eye. From my position in the passenger seat, with his head always pointing straight forward, it would be impossible to tell that his left eye was still open.

Silly bee, you hafta make the honey.

Also, that bee is adorable.