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Having seemingly put all of his photographic blackmail and extortion schemes behind him, Elroy has opted to partake in more wholesome pursuits.  Or at least that's what he's lead George to believe.  As far as he knows, Elroy has changed rather dramatically...no longer interested in such lewd activities.

It's Saturday evening at the Jetson's residence as Jane sits in the living room, half-falling asleep as she watches a documentary about social media and other archaic forms of communication in the early 21st century.  Judy, in her room, rifling through her wardrobe-o-matic, tries to find something wear for a double date with a friend from school.  The ever-dutiful Rosie wheels around the kitchen, washing and putting away the evening's dinner dishes...by way of pushing a single button...while she watches the latest episode of Robot Bachelor on the kitchen's tele-viewer screen.

George on the other hand, wanders around the house looking for his briefcase, having been called in to work - on a Saturday- ...something about 'the button' being broken.  For someone in any other industry, now that the galactic government has instituted a mandatory nine-hour work week, working on a weekend is utterly unheard of.  They, however, don't work for Cosmo Spacely.

George: (yelling from the bedroom) Honey?  Have you seen my briefcase?

Jane: (half-asleep)  Huh? Wuzzit?  Did...  Did you look in the coat closet by the front door, dear?  That's wear Rosie usually puts it when you come home from work.

George: (thinking) The closet...of course.  I'm such an idiot.  (yelling across the house) Rosie!  Where's my briefcase!  Rosie?!

Rosie would have rolled her eyes, if she had any to roll, completely ignoring him as she continues to watch her program.  George thumps out of the bedroom and down the hall, muttering under his breath as he rides the moving floor.  Just as he reaches the closet, the front door wisps open and in glides Elroy, home from this weekly Space Cub* meeting.

George: Hey!  There's my little space cadet.  How was your meeting?

Elroy: Ehh, it was ok.  Arthur called me a 'scruffy-looking nerf herder'.**

George: And what'd you call him?

Elroy: A 'son of a Bantha'.

George: That's my boy.  Don't take any guff from that stuck-up rich kid.  Alright, well, go let your mother know your home.  I gotta go in to work for a coupla hours.

As Elroy rides the floor into the living room, George finally finds his briefcase and heads off to work.

George: I found it, Honey!  I'm headed to work now.  Should only be a coupla hours, but...  You know...  Don't wait up for me.

Jane: Alright, dear!  Go get that overtime.

George: Overtime.  From Cosmo Spacely?  Pffft!  Yeah, that'll be the day.

With a 'shoosh' of the front door, George is gone.  Elroy almost immediately drops the 'good little boy' persona in favor of...

Read the full story and see why Jane is fit to be tied at the $5 tier level.  :D

Original Art by Hackman23

Colors by Phillipthe2

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