Somewhere out there's a hell' a good universe next door Somewhere out there's the parallel world we're waiting for And when the right time comes The stars turn on a point And when the right time comes Gonna blow it Gonna blow this joint
And I'm that voice you're hearing in the dark That says that you're insane And I'm the one with a Jacob's Ladder spark And a clockwork orange brain
So when the right time comes we'll blow it all away Yeah when the right time comes you'll know it When the right time comes we'll blow it Blow this joint
Clearly, this dangling plot thread will have to be addressed in a future story arc.
Rob (rrreed) says:
It's the age-old story. Boy dresses as girl, girl disses boy, boy loses girl, girl starts on rampage, boy handcuffs girl, girl escapes through Wind-Up Wire Hanger Wormhole™® (pat. pending), boy loses girl again, girl appears again according to teh Rule o' Funny…
(TUNE: "How Can You Mend A Broken Heart", The Bee Gees)
Well, it's been a crazy day, And Tigerlily Jones Is wanted by The Man again! Since she got her rampage thwarted, In order to escape ... she te-le-port-ed!
And ... How can you catch the Queen of Funk, Who disappeared with a K-CHOW! That burly horde Is getting bored, So they're attacking now!
A stranger come to town, a-sprayin' Sassoon in his hair And the confidence that comes from wearin' sexy underwear Was a marvel and a wonder to his colleagues who were hip To the mighty superpower of the big guy known as Tip. Big guy known as Tip.
He was welcome in the places where his wandrin' gaze did roam. He was loved by ev'rybody...who had two X chromosomes. Be she lady, tramp, or nerdie, or fire-breathing feminist, There's no woman fought the pleasure of his little pelvic twist. Little pelvic twist.
But they say that fame is fleeting and success it doesn't stay, And the "fastest gun" of yesterday lies on Boot Hill today. Oh, Tip thought his time was passin' - he was fearin' for the worst, When his old flame, Doc Virginia, said "Man up and call me first." "Man up - call me first"
Then his nemesis showed up, she had a funky outfit on, And was burstin' with mad science, and the lightning from Lovetron. She laughed off his superpower - she how to make him slip When she tempted him to come out on a little shopping trip. Little shopping trip.
Soon she had him stealin' dresses and a-runnin' from the law, With a '39 Mainbocher that he loved like a Lacroix. Then she got 'em both surrounded by that special Institute Who would lock you up for lookin' but not hesitate to shoot. Hesitate to shoot.
Then she borrowed his coathangers, said she needed 'em right now, Then she twisted 'em together, then was off with a K-CHOW! Left him holed up with his wardrobe, and she gave the guy the slip. If you think that he'll survive it, just tune in for Wednesday's strip. In for Wednesday's strip
(Tune: "You Must Believe In Spring", Michel Legrand)
When physics problems chill the clockwork of your mind Just think that quantum gravity is curvature of spacetime Even an Einstein-Rosen bridge is where time bends like so A little wormhole forms and grows if you believe in springs!
Just as electrons move in orbits hard to comprehend A mind that's twisty can have fun with other things that bend A simple wire coathanger can be a cosmic headbanger Unleash existential danger if you believe in springs!
The innards of a Biro sing the music of the spheres A paperclip holds secrets that are far beyond the years Above the darkest sky, the far horizons lie In two Coke cans and a Moon Pie if you believe in springs!
You must believe that funkadelic cool is on its way And that a Rubik's Cube might end the world one day So in a world that's beige, where style is off the page The Man's impotent rage leaves you bereft and torn You must believe in springs and -VWORN-!
Adam (10-0-0-1) says:
Probably just the art style but I expect the deer to be another project of sweetheart's creator, possibly part of a plot to impersonate Santa and rule the world.
So It Begins (soitbegins) says:
Have her springs dropped her somewhere it is spring?
Hope it's our Earth, present day, not in a virtual reality/holodeck/lucid dream, not a ghost and doesn't realize it, not a clone made from a cell sample taken when the wire-hanger gizmo exploded... and DEFINITELY not a bubble of "imaginary space-time" combined with part of the afterlife that was created when you combine an atomic explosion, "electromagnetic energy", and the hopes and dreams of plane crash survivors.
(TUNE: "Lady Willpower", Gary Puckett & The Union Gap)
CHORUS: Lily's spring power! It's how her Mind works! She'll escape those jerks, and This flower Won't cower fearfully! Wait and see ...
They thought they had her cornered, But then she used Coat hangers and some awesomeness! She shouts, "It worked, you suckas!" And now she'll run amuck as She celebrates her great success! (repeat CHORUS)
But now there comes the question That we must ask ... If Tigerlily's in the woods, And there's no one around, then Does she still make a sound, man? If not, has she still got the goods? (repeat CHORUS)
Why is it that they never hire security guards with good spot checks. okay, these might just be muscle... but come on. how hard is it to notice THAT sneaking up on you.
Dave Van Domelen (dvandom) says:
He's velvety quiet.
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their metal outerskins, Sings a fine Detroit Eldorado, done up right, machinely crammed, And a funkster of mad science, if you please. Yea, a funkster of the forces who can run five hundred horses, And get down among the finest auto kind, And the world was more than kin when I rolled throuh it as tin, But to-day these honkys is somethin less than den kine. I’se a poor little lambs what’s lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! I’se a little black sheep what’s gone astray, Baa—aa—aa! Mad science robot out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!
(TUNE: "Dreams", Fleetwood Mac) (aka "Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining")
All right, let's move in now, But let's be careful ... We don't want our side to get killed ... We know inside, there's at least one rogue mad genius, Who knows what that genius rogue can build From some coathangers and a bunch of randome junk? While the Eldorado spider Gonna la-ay down the funk ... He's gonna la-a-ay ... down the funk ...
Oh, Aqua Velva! W-D-Forty! Lady, look behind you now, oh Lordy! You'll discover, when you turn around, Interns taken down without a sound! No sound ...
I have to say it again. Some day, Shaenon and Jeffrey *must* put together a collection of these strips with the filk songs included. I don't know how they would deal with song rights and such, but it must be done.
Fortunately, Kipling is now public domain. Nice one, Mark!
So, Tigerlily used a clothes-storage-based transport system to send herself far away from the people who were seeking her, and she startled a young deer by an evergreen forest containing something dark and pointy. Might that object be a lamp post?
At first, I was secure, I was confident! Each woman that I talked to, she would follow where I went! Any thing with double-X, I'd talk into random sex, And we had fun, then I'd walk off when we were done ...
But then she came! She was strapped down, They turned her loose, I was confused, 'Cause she was dressed like Foxy Brown! Doctor Tigerlily Jones! I was shocked down to my bones! My knees went weak ... I felt so strange, I couldn't speak!
And now she's gone! She left this place! Yeah, she made a quantum wormhole, disappeared without a trace! But still she left behind Sweetdaddy; What a crazy day he's had, he Has a plan ... he'll lay some smack down on The Man!
You'd best get wise! I'm talkin' jive! Oh, as long as I can work it, then my mojo I'll revive! I still got my superpow'r, I'm the hero of the hour, And I'll talk jive! I'm talkin jive! Word up!
Aaaaand...just like Superman, once the Kryptonite (aka Dr Tigerlily) is removed, Tip's Superpowers come back (possibly with extra oomph for having been supressed). I'm thinking that on the hand we can't really see right now, there's no handcuff anymore...
Ed, that song was so great! (The tune was stuck in my head anyway from seeing a YouTube video with that song backing an AMV for Ginormica of 'Monsters vs. Aliens'.)
Between that song and Tip's performance in today's strip, I think I'm having hot flashes.
Y'know, looking at these panels... ignoring the amazing jive talkin', Tip's command of the situation, Tigerlily's astonishing escape and just everything.....
.....that really is one stunning dress. I mean, seriously, y'all.
When my momma was on the run (When she was on the run) Bein' brought down by The Man, (Man, it wasn't fun) They said, "Now, what do ... What do you think you're building?" She build a badass spider bot! Yeah, preach it, proper, solid, dag ... no doubt! My momma made me ... she made me ... With disco she would serenade me, 'Cause she made me from a car! An '87 Eldorado, she made me!
Bill McGann (odo) says:
I see Tip finally got rid of his handcuff.
Regarding Wednesday's comic: I have now seen two people this week wearing the xkcd "Science" T-shirt (http://store.xkcd.com/xkcd/#Science), and now this. Apparently its moment has come.
Rincewind (outworldcats) says:
If Tip takes Sweetdaddy back to Skin Horse, what are the odds that the robot will side with the Union?
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