GYSO Drawing Part 9 - My Boy

Published: 2019-07-07

Introduction

Tim:

It’s time to slice into this new GYSO post! I’m gonna plant the seed of melon thoughts into your belly, so it’ll grow into a loving melon baby like you were afraid of as a child.

You will give birth to a melon baby, but that’s illegal in your country so you and your melon baby will have to go on the run. You will hide from whatever federal law enforcement decides to chase you. You can’t run forever, because melons are awkward to carry. You will be convicted and charged with a federal crime.

You melon felon.

What went right?

Tim:
Observe.

I made him myself. Yes my mother is proud of me.

The lore of Goopy Droopy could fill a whole book, but here is the synopsis.

On June 19 1837 King William IV had to sneeze. It has been a tickling sensation in the back of his throat for days. He couldn’t do it, however. He couldn’t rule his country because he kept doing the “ahhh… ahhh… “ build up to a sneeze that a lot of people do. He was bedridden because he had to sneeze and couldn’t. That’s actually pretty horrible now that I think about it.

Finally, on June 20 1837 King William IV sneezed. The force of the sneeze was so great that it pushed his brain into the front of his skull, giving his prefrontal cortex the pancake treatment. He died instantly.

Once the afflicted king was buried with an extravagant funeral his body began to change. Decompose, actually. All except his brain. It began a metamorphosis into Goopy Droopy.

Once Goopy was complete he began to feel sad because he was 6 feet underground with no escape. His first day of life and he was buried alive. This set the tone of the rest of Goopy’s life.

You can read the tales of Goopy Droopy’s life in my next published novel: “Goopy Droopy: The Life and Struggle of a Literal Floating, Crying, Snot Thing - By Alan Smithee”

Thor:
June 15th, 1837, in the hall of King William IV: I have it! I have found the secret path to parallel realities! What’s that, Watson, no I don’t mean parallel lines, I mean parallel realities. If Pythagoras was correct, assuming I know about Pythagoras in the 1800’s of England. No matter, now! Wyatt, you must understand that 3D space holds the secret to the fourth dimension. … What? Yes, I know I was speaking to Watson, but now I’m speaking to you Wyatt, do I need to send you to hang? You have an uncanny ability for not understanding my confusing antics. Where was I? Oh, quite, yes indeed. If you look past this terrible Lichensteinian monstrosity at the top of the page, you shall see that, if done, somehow from a rotation of 180 degrees, we could complete a full physical rotation of these boxes. Well, you see, of course they are physical boxes! They’re made up of ink right there on the page! Walter! Send Watson to hang. Yes, I know it was Wyatt who insulted me, he doesn’t have the guts to question me, and thus he is useless to me. Now, we must proceed with the construction immediately, I need to have this parallel construction built in no less than five days. Oh, and send for Dr. Winston, that strange tickling sensation is back.

What went wrong?

Tim:
So I went to saturn. It was nice. I suffocated, though.

Here is an artistic depiction of the sand castle I built:

Obviously im a master of perspective and form. There is nothing off about this picture at all.

Why do we even have this section? We are learning, everything goes wrong. I would complain to the guy in charge but he’s an asshole. Always going on about macaroni skunks and shit.

What was I talking about?

Thor:
June 19th, 1837, in the time travel chamber of King William IV: No! We can’t do this today! I’m postponing, this tickling sensation is taking over the back of my throat. I need to be the one to see the parallel world, none of you, especially you, Wes, deserve this great honor. It will be mine, tomorrow!

What happens next?

Tim:
Im going on vacation. I guess I can do some doodles on napkins or something. Although more likely it will just turn into yet another post where I pretend I did more than I actually did by padding it out with insane ramblings.

Thor:
June 20th, 1837, in the hospital of King William IV: Another one!? What is it with all you mad lads having names starting with a doubleya? Orders from Queen Adelaide? That makes no sense, my name starts with a doubleya! And so does all of yours! If we were to take a staff painting together, as is customary, printing your first name initials on the page would just look like “WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW”. That’s terrible!

Hey doc, I feel it coming. My hands are trembling. My stomach is turning. My head is spinning. The itching is intense now, I feel it. I mean, I felt it before too, but I feel it now, Dr. Crabbs. A… Aaaa…. Aaaaaa….

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