The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for November 15, 2019

“What hump?” -Eyegor

“Size isn’t everything, son.”

“How do you know, Dad?” “I have a hunch.”

One word, little buddy. ‘Padding.’

The kid needs to understand he’s making a mountain out of a mole hill.

Just wait till “hump” day!

Based on the laboratory background, the kid may be suffering from cartoon identity confusion. He doesn’t know whether he is in The Hunchback of Notre Dame or Frankenstein.

Oh thats just a pimple growing on your back! Welcome to your teenage years!

Quasimodo Syndrome gave the bullies Fuel for their fire….kids have to learn to take their lumps….

Poor kid’s taking his lumps.

Waiting for hump day…

who is this Quasimodo of which you speak?

doesn’t ring a bell

“But Dad, I’m not even a real modo! I’m only a quasi-modo!”

Not the humps the Black Eyed Peas were singing about.

I’ll talk to my boss, Dr. Frankenstein. Maybe he can do a little cosmetic surgery or something…

That day will be a bell ringer.

Poor kid…

The paths to maturity are marked with lots of “bumps” in the road.

It’s just a hunch, Master!

As a kid growing up, I thot that the hunchback of Notre Dame was some kind of unique ball carrier, akin to a halfback or fullback, on a certain American college football team.

I’m taken aback by all the hump jokes.

SANCTUARY!

Should’ve shown this one on Wednesday.

They bred Igor’s to have humps? Though in the novel there was no such person. Frankenstein did it on his own with “his life giving machines” to accomplish it. No mention of use of cosmic lightning involved.

As long as he perseveres, he’ll be over the hump, in no time.

I’ve got a hunch, he’s gonna’ figure it out.