[[CARL stands behind his brother, WILBER, in a living room. Wilber points a hatbox at an egg sitting unassumingly in a corner of the room.]]
CARL: If only Papa could see the two of us now.
WILBER: Of course he can't SEE us, he's in the egg!
CARL: I KNOW he's in the egg! I'm just saying HYPOTHETICALLY.
CARL: I know this comes a bit LATE, but I'm having second thoughts about trapping our father in an egg.
WILBER: The old man had it coming! After what he did? The egg is lettin' him off EASY! You SAID as much!
CARL: Yes, we DID come to a rather HASTY agreement on that point before we began, didn't we.
CARL: I just thing that of all the ways we COULD address our VERY VALID grievances about matters relating to our upbringing...
CARL: Using an enchanted hatbox to trap the man inside an egg is rather a less...EFFICACIOUS solution than we MIGHT have attempted had we NOT discovered an enchanted hatbox at a fortuitously coincidental time, eh?
WILBER: Sounds like the rambling of a man fixin' to get hisself HATBOXED into an EGG.
CARL: Now you KNOW we only have TWO wishes left and I've already called dibs on ONE for the never-ending OMELET.
WILBER: An inexhaustible frittata AIN'T gonna solve your problems, CARL, and if we splurge WISH DEUCE on ANOTHER egg item IT'S GONNA START LOOKIN' WEIRD.
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Enchanted hatboxes and the perilous uses to which they may be put have a way of coming between brothers.
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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