2011-02-04
Original: 2011-02-04 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A dad (a man with dark skin, wearing a yellow shirt, holding a red ball near his head) crouches in front of a baby seated in a green high chair.
Dad: WHERE'S THE BALL?!
Panel 2 (close-up on the baby, frowning):
Baby: FOR THE LAST TIME, DAD, I DON'T HAVE OBJECT PERMANENCE! I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE DAMN BALL IS BECAUSE I BELIEVE IT CEASED TO EXIST WHEN YOU—
Panel 3:
The dad reveals the red ball, holding it up by the high chair. The baby's expression instantly flips to delight.
Dad: THERE'S THE BALL!
Baby: YAAAAY YYYYY!
Votey:
A close-up of the dad's face, scowling.
Dad: DAMMIT! IT'S GONE AGAIN, YOU BASTARD!
A dad (a man with dark skin, wearing a yellow shirt, holding a red ball near his head) crouches in front of a baby seated in a green high chair.
Dad: WHERE'S THE BALL?!
Panel 2 (close-up on the baby, frowning):
Baby: FOR THE LAST TIME, DAD, I DON'T HAVE OBJECT PERMANENCE! I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE DAMN BALL IS BECAUSE I BELIEVE IT CEASED TO EXIST WHEN YOU—
Panel 3:
The dad reveals the red ball, holding it up by the high chair. The baby's expression instantly flips to delight.
Dad: THERE'S THE BALL!
Baby: YAAAAY YYYYY!
Votey:
A close-up of the dad's face, scowling.
Dad: DAMMIT! IT'S GONE AGAIN, YOU BASTARD!
Alt text
A three-panel comic. Panel 1: a dad in a yellow shirt crouches before a baby in a green high chair, hiding a red ball by his head, asking "WHERE'S THE BALL?!" Panel 2: a close-up of the baby, frowning and articulate, ranting: "FOR THE LAST TIME, DAD, I DON'T HAVE OBJECT PERMANENCE! I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE DAMN BALL IS BECAUSE I BELIEVE IT CEASED TO EXIST WHEN YOU—" Panel 3: the dad reveals the red ball; the baby instantly switches to gleeful joy, hands up, shouting "YAAAAY YYYYY!" as the dad says "THERE'S THE BALL!" The joke: the baby is intellectually aware it lacks object permanence yet is helplessly delighted anyway. Votey: a close-up of the dad scowling at the ball, frustrated: "DAMMIT! IT'S GONE AGAIN, YOU BASTARD!"—flipping the gag so the adult is the one tormented by the disappearing-reappearing ball.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.