pucker-up
Original: pucker-up on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A blond child (speaking): OKAY, LET'S PLAY! EACH OF US TAKES ONE FROM THE CONTAINER AND TRIES NOT TO PUCKER UP!
(Two children, the blond one and a smiling brown-haired child, sit on the floor facing a third, red-haired child seen from behind.)
Panel 2:
A hand lifts the lid off a container. The container is labeled: SAD THOUGHTS
Panel 3:
The red-haired child holds up a drawn slip of paper, which reads (in handwriting): The stress of having children may have contributed to your parents' estrangement
Panel 4:
The blond child laughs and points; the red-haired child grimaces, looking upset and on the verge of crying.
Blond child: YOU LOSE, LOSER!
Votey:
Handwritten text in a hand-drawn frame: It's called "cursive," you little shits.
A blond child (speaking): OKAY, LET'S PLAY! EACH OF US TAKES ONE FROM THE CONTAINER AND TRIES NOT TO PUCKER UP!
(Two children, the blond one and a smiling brown-haired child, sit on the floor facing a third, red-haired child seen from behind.)
Panel 2:
A hand lifts the lid off a container. The container is labeled: SAD THOUGHTS
Panel 3:
The red-haired child holds up a drawn slip of paper, which reads (in handwriting): The stress of having children may have contributed to your parents' estrangement
Panel 4:
The blond child laughs and points; the red-haired child grimaces, looking upset and on the verge of crying.
Blond child: YOU LOSE, LOSER!
Votey:
Handwritten text in a hand-drawn frame: It's called "cursive," you little shits.
Alt text
A four-panel comic. Panel 1: Two children sit on the floor facing a third (red-haired) child. A blond child says, "Okay, let's play! Each of us takes one from the container and tries not to pucker up!" Panel 2: A hand lifts the lid off a box labeled "Sad Thoughts." Panel 3: The red-haired child holds up a slip of paper reading, "The stress of having children may have contributed to your parents' estrangement." Panel 4: The blond child laughs and points while the red-haired child's face crumples toward tears; the blond child shouts, "You lose, loser!" The joke: it's a game of who can read the saddest thought without crying. Votey aftercomic: a hand-drawn frame with cursive handwriting reading, "It's called 'cursive,' you little shits" — the artist defending their cursive lettering to readers who can't read it.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.