The continuing experimentation by many hands on the Toon-o-Matic doth yield fruit (though none of it is suitable for canning; shame, since one does yearn for a good marmalade). In any event, the inspiring accident suggests further avenues of wordplay. But are all words play, or do they mask deeper ideas, fears, and foreboding? Are some words even allowed to play, or do their mothers keep them inside, practicing piano? Who *would* a word's mother be, in fact, if one assigns loco parentis to text? Keyboard? Motherboard? Alphabet? Certainly not Necessity, who is too busy making sure Invention washes behind the ears.

The answers to these and other questions will, in all likelihood, not appear within Toonbots in the near future.

The script for this toon:

panels 8
panel 1
caption (bottom middle) EMPTY CARTOON

panel 2
caption (bottom middle) EMPTY CARTON

panel 3
font size=12 color=255,0,0
mao appears
mao says Fred, did you forget to buy milk again?
mao leaves 
font clear

panel 4
commiemobile appears
caption (bottom middle) EMPTY CAR TON
commiemobile leaves

panel 5
color=255,0,0
font size=12
marx appears
marx says A ton of car? Toncar? You're welcome.
marx leaves
font clear

panel 6
caption (bottom middle) M. T. KARTEN

panel 7
font size=12
color=124,252,0
al says Didn't he write environmental fiction?
al leaves
font clear

panel 8
font size=12
dot says Am I rendered yet? *&^% piece of junk
caption (lower right, size=16, color=128,0,0) NEXT: LESS
 

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