Frazz by Jef Mallett for November 19, 2023

They should wear pads too right now.

I foresee a tumble at the bottom. If they’re lucky they’ll get off with abrasions and contusions. I’m surprised Frazz would risk that… or the alternative. With a lawsuit.

A point well taken? Sitting on a leaf blower?

Interesting combination, 2 mischief makers and mayhem on the rise. Can’t end well. Caulfield may have over sold this one.

Isn’t a leaf blower in a mop bucket the same as a hair dryer in the bathtub?

I see no cord – battery operated Leafblower?

I know what I’m doing today.

As long as they’re not doing this on school time or on school property.

All you need is a sheet of waxed paper

Where’s Calvin … and Hobbs?

S-o-o-o-o-o-o . . . when they reach the end of the slide and the wheels hit sand . . . ? Talk about ‘road rash’ . . . : )

Acme.

I like the punchline, and the drawing was even funnier.

That must be on their respective bucket lists. I hope they live to fulfill the rest of their wishes.

Don’t get too distracted. There’s a fresh crisis at the bottom of the slide. A large muddy pool of slime. Party on , gentlemen.

Love the way the view angle makes it looks like the top of the slide is way up in the clouds.

I wonder if Frazz will take an early morning walk // run this year at Thanksgiving, as he does at Xmas?

Apologies for the length of this Kipling poem “If,”:but it is a personal favorite and seems to fit:

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

This looks like something Calvin and Hobbes would try.

No water

They break bones, Frazz is fired for endangering a student, kid’s parents sue him and the school system. They win a huge settlement, Frazz is never able to run again and ends up hooked on pain pills and booze. But that’s just my ending.

Love the art, composition and the depth achieved by putting the clouds slightly out of focus.

Don’t Panic.

Yeah, my first thought was “Calvin and Hobbes”.

Common wisdom is so uncommon

I take they are at the Bonehead elementary school playground, hence the B on the helmets.