Baa Baa Joyce Brown,
Can you draw me dongs?
Yes sir, yes sir, how many inches long?
Seven for the Rachels,
Six for Roz,
And nine for that Carla girl at the very end of the hall.
Oh My gosh you just quoted Lackadaisy
ILoveYouMarr Me*cough*
I mean I really appreciate there’s someone out there with similar intrests who appreciates well drawn prohibition-era stories and am in No Way going to overreact to this information.
Just so we’re agreed; Becky is the over-exuberant and troublesome Rocky while Joyce is the more law abiding Freckle who sometimes switches to psychotic, yes?
(And, Oh God, please tell me that means Sarah is Victor)
It’s actually a well-documented phenomenon in criminal psychology. A pattern of vandalism, profanity, and burglary will inevitably lead to aggravated assault.
But more seriously, there actually is a thing in fundamentalist circles where all crimes are equivalent. Basically since the worst that can happen is being sent to Hell and because various things are seen as against “God’s rules” it leads to this weird equivalence where things like murder or rape are seen as equivalent to having consensual premarital sex or not going to Church anymore.
And it sometimes leads to some weird sudden escalations like this, where someone freaking out about saying swear words will be able to go on long fantasies like this about what they’d have to do now that they are a criminal type.
The equivalence exists because any sin, large or small, is enough to separate you from God’s love forever. Note that Adam and Eve got kicked out of the Garden merely for eating from a forbidden tree and then lying about it, not for murdering anybody. The seemingly chasm-like difference in awfulness between lying and murder is, obviously, a worldly distinction. Theologically, both are worthy of Hell.
And here I was thinking it was just a gag. But no, it’s yet another chilling and disturbing glance into how some people raise their children and the potential long-term affects of that treatment.
It’s not funny any more. Now I am sad.
And it was definitely scary to live around growing up queer and non-religious, because that “worldly distinction” bit just ended up feeling like a passive threat.
But it also made me feel really bad because I saw so many friends who grew up in the culture beating themselves up over things like masturbating or getting hot for someone with the same fervor of a murderer lamenting their dark deed.
Which on that note, *appropriate gesture of support* for growing up in that toxic mess.
God, I’m really happy I grew up where and with the religious backround I did. We actually have a word for stealing stuff you need and it’s based on the name of a cardinal. And in my religion classes I was told that life’s difficult, and most certainly everyone would sin occasionly but that doesn’t mean that all is lost, and there might be situations in which our choices are limited to one sin or another so it’s totally reasonable to make distinctions of the graveness of sins.
A similar thing happened in revolutionary France, when for a time (I think) all crimes were considered treason (obviously not for religious reasons). At least one person was executed for selling a bad bottle of wine.
Right that’s the joke. She started drawing ding-dongs, then she started swearing, now she’s doing the burglary, and the next step is scooping out eyeballs. This concludes my explanation of the joke.
The interesting thing is yeah, she probably did keep a tally of it, because it was a marker of her limited amounts of successful resistance and defiance of her father. Like, 40 times I successfully got out of this cage and went out slightly more me.
And that’s almost sad to think that that would become the sort of thing to become the cherished childhood memory.
I have something similar. One of my favourite memories of my childhood is managing to sneak out. Sometimes I would just sneak out the front door, but other times I would climb out my window, edge across the outside windowsill and manage to get across to the one next to it, climb down onto the porch, then onto the bins and away.
…In hindsight that was totally insane.
Well good thing Joyce already has made plans for her life in Jail.
Well Becky’s a good record, I have only have to force my door twice with one tool… I took ten seconds the second time.
Yeah, this is clearly something that has been on her mind before. Probably after she did something completely innocuous like steal a cookie from the jar.
Innocuous? Innocuous? If everyone stole cookies from the jar, then there’d be no cookies in the jar! Utter madness! Society crumbles, like a … [pause] … society collapses! All from an extinction of readily available cookies.
You can’t prove that. I won’t go the fudging pen. I’ll slit your throat, pull your spine out and use it as a weapon. I’ll do it. I swear to gosh that I sure as poop will fudging do it.
Joyce is the one they should have left behind. That would solve all the problems (including Becky feeling compelled to troll her), and she’s not/hasn’t done anything useful.
WBDDB: “I’m not locked in here with you. You’re locked in here with me. … Actually, I guess we’re all locked in here together. Anyone want to play Apples to Apples?”
So why isn’t Joyce the lookout to distract anyone if anyone comes and shout out a code word like, “GOSH WHAT LOVELY STARS TONIGHT, OFFICER. HOME BREAK IN? NO. JUST STAR WATCHING. ALONE.” While Jocelyn and Becky scram out the back.
I made a huge mistake by relying on Joyce to be able to lie to an authority figure. They still should have had her in the car as lookout, maybe have the radio on. Cop comes by, neighbor comes by, she sits and says, “OH JUST LISTENING TO THE RADIO. AND WAITING FOR FRIENDS TO COME OUT HAHAHAHHAHA WHERE? OH, YOU KNOW.”
“Just waiting for my friend to get a few things from inside her home and then we’ll be off. What, lying? No, I’m not… why would you think I am…. OH GOD I AM AND I’M NOT AT THE SAME TIME IT’S TRUE THERE IS NO BASIS FOR LOGIC FOR THOSE WHO HAVE STRAYED FROM GOD!”
…..
“Uh… dispatch? I’ve got a mentally ill person loitering here, possibly a minor, doesn’t appear violent or armed. Request extensive backup.”
Since Ross committed various felonious acts such as assault with a deadly weapon, kidnapping, illegal discharge of a firearm, and Lord only knows what else, could it be that the cops have sealed off the house as they search for additional clues/evidence against him — which means it is now considered a crime scene and our intrepid trio of Wakko, Yakko, and Dot (I’ll let someone else decide who represents who) could be accused of tampering with evidence?
And so Ross will be released from gaol, as the Judge throws his case out due to compromised evidence. Whilst in gaol, Ross experienced the joys of prostate massage, and is now a screaming queen.
I suspect it depends on Indiana state law. Becky is probably 18 at this point, so legally an adult. Her father may be able to throw her out of the house legally. Whether he’d know that is another question.
Oh, I know this one! He can legally throw her out of the house, but not without proper notice of eviction (just like he would have to do with any tenant), which appears to be 10 days from a (admittedly very quick and shallow) Google search. So, technically she would have 10 days from the notice to gather her things and leave. 🙂 And during those 10 days, she would legally have to have full access to whatever part of the house she was occupying (in this case, probably all of it would count).
Just because she lived their does not mean ownership of the house defaults to her just because Toedad is in jail. Plus if any cops did show up, due to how closed in and religious the community is there is the possibility that they are also religious fundamentalists who’d want to give Becky shit because in their eyes how dare she be lesbian and get her daddy arrested .
They don’t need to be fundamentalists, or Ross’s allies. They just need to be the sort of person-shaped animal that’s drawn to trappings of authority because.of the power they think it gives them over others. Such an organism thinks no farther than: Here is a helpless person in a compromising position and in my power. And it works a depressing number of times.
Unless Toedad’s friends/neighbors are the exact kind of crazy high strung folks who believe that everything a parent buys, even if they then give it to their child, still belongs to the parent merely because they paid for it.
Actually you can if you’re a disgusting pervert who got her good, god-fearing father arrested. It’s quite possible that Ross has allies in the La Porte sheriff’s department who are hungering for their own shot at Becky.
Phrasing Ben… because that is one hell of a entendre there in your last sentence if you didn’t mean it, and if you didn’t… then i feel horrible for thinking it
I would say Orange is the New Black, but this is Joyce. Even if she started the show accidentally, she probably woulda bailed at the first sign of boob.
That…will not be a pretty sight. Then again, if she establishes her reputation as the crazy eyeball scooper, she probably won’t have to deal with that. Heck, other inmates might try hiring her for protection.
Whatever lessons she was taught about crime and punishment and why she should avoid even the temptation to commit some sort of illegal act, they certainly weren’t what I’d call ‘subtle’.
I mean also the voices outside your head informing them in Joyce’s case, but like. Yeah the catastrophizing “You’re going to hell for all of this” voice in your head usually comes from somewhere first.
I’m not sure if Joyce has thought through the “biggest lady around thing” I’m assuming the biggest ladies is more than prepared for everyone scooping out her eyes with any utensil, spoon or no, rusty or otherwise.
She said, “What were you arrested for, kid?”
And I said, “Drawing ding-dongs on a whiteboard.”
And they all moved away from me in the dining room there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said, “…and breaking and entering.” And they all came back, shook my hand, hugged me, and we had a great time in the dining room, sharin’ our lunch, talkin’ about Jesus, all kinds of groovy things that we was doing.
You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant.
You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant.
Step right in, it’s around the back, just a half a mile from the railroad track!
You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant.
Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light
Head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
Had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
Heard the mission bell
I was thinking to myself
This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle
She showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel Indiana
Such a lovely place
(such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel Indiana
Any time of year
(any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is tiffany twisted
She got her father’s car, uh
She got a lot of pretty pretty girls that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the captain
Please bring me my wine
He said
We haven’t had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel Indiana
Such a lovely place
(such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel Indiana
What a nice surprise
(what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here of our own device
In their masters’ chambers
They gathered for the feast
Stab it with their steely spoons but they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Relax said the night man we are programmed to receive
You can checkout any time you like but you can never leave!
Apparently the “Hello Police Department. My father was the crazy wack-job who took me hostage at gun point and threatened to shoot people at a major university. Can I go into my former residence and get my birth certificate and Social Security Card?” was never considered as a viable option.
Little does Joyce know, the biggest lady in the jail was more than willing to provide Joyce wih her Dexter & Monkey Master cotraband and become bestest buddies.
Sweet little innocent Joyce. Yeah, right.
Just keep spoons away from her and you may survive.
I would’ve bet that Becky knew how to get in and out of the house without getting caught.
Guess my only question is…why? Where would she go? If she went to Joyce’s in the middle of the night, either Joyce would have a heart attack or Joyce’s mother would kill her.
“You think being GROUNDED is bad? Try PRISON. That’s like being grounded FOR LIFE. Plus, instead of chores, BUTT SEX.”
–Dermott Fictel, “The Venture Bros.”
Dang did Joyce accidentally go to my high school? I mean that happened the first day of sophomore year. Some chick scooped a dude’s eye out because he called her SOMETHING and boom straight to the hoosgow!
Apropros of nothing, but survivors of abusive homes will sometimes leave the house, simply to a neutral location to ride out particularly dangerous escalations. So, if say Toedad was getting a bit… Toedad-esque about things like contraband Seinfield, I could see her scarpering out for the evening while she reset her mask.
Joyce, all that will do is make all the vicious gang leaders want you as their top muscle or top enforcer. Next thing you know the Aryan gang will be attempting to Shanghai by force and you’ll be stuck fighting off assaults everyday.
Government guy: You three are the worst that IU has known
Mary Bradford: The Fundamentalist, Mike: The Manipulator, and Joyce Brown: The Whiteboard Dingdong Bandit.
Is it weird that I sometimes wonder which Dumbing of Age characters I could take in a fight?
I could take Danny, and maybe Walky. I would have very little chance against Ethan, he’s like a foot taller then me. Joyce would depend on how pissed of she was. Amber would kick my ass, and I feel like me and Becky are about equal.
I was thinking organized fights, with rules and shit. If I could have a sword, the amount of flights I’d win would increase a lot. Not a gun though, I would freak out the moment I fired it and drop it.
Sir, there was a mass breakout at the Indiana State Prison!
But, who could have?
They found this sir
(Hands him the cap to a sharpie pen)
Mother of god…
Joyce might actually find the presentation of prison food to her liking. From what I’ve seen on TV US prisons favour the kind of trays used for TV dinners, with each type of slop given its own separate niche in the tray. On the other hand Joyce would likely freak out if she ever had to eat nutraloaf. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nutraloaf
I guess Joyce hasn’t realize that as a WHITE woman she is invisible to the police. The only way they would be caught doing this is if they were black or if she had pissed off someone (like Joyce’s mom by being alive).
As a white guy, I’ve been hassled by the cops for standing on the sidewalk in front of my own house at night. Being black may increase your chances of drawing police attention, but not being black doesn’t make you invisible.
In order to be invisible, Joyce would need to follow through on her Dorothy-crush and gain bisexual powers.
See, this is how you have a breakdown while committing a crime. Quietly, with a minimum of movement, and in a way that doesn’t keep your accomplices from doing their jobs.
Funny thing about prisons. You never really leave them. Sure, one day someone in a suit will sign a piece of paper, a key will turn and you will walk out, but you’ll still carry it with you.
A prison is a not just a building. Some think of it as a state of mind, other think of it as a stench clinging to you, but at it’s core a prison is one thing and one thing only.
A door with a lock. And there are so many doors around us.
They don’t exactly leave their doors open in this part of town. Too much trash from the streets floating around. The client had her ways though. Smart girl.
As we made our way in, the goon enterained us with stories of her latest stint. Typical ‘tough guy’ talk and nothing to take too seriously, but the story about the eye-scope gave me pause. There were rumors about this one… Rumors that ended with punches to the face or worse. There was a man at a party that no one has seen since…
And just like that, the door was open. The client did not disapoint. This house had been her prison for too long, after all, and she knew just how to break out. This time was different. Breaking out from a prison is a means of getting out. Breaking into it means taking control. Reforging it’s bars and locks for your purpose.
We all knew that this house could all too easy become a prison again.
I am Jocelyne. There is a door and a lock in my life too – but the lock is on the inside, and I have the key.
Loving the Jocelyne noir story. Although, not gonna lie, took me a while to realize you were not in fact emulating Redd from “The Shawshank Redemption”.
Oh dear; Joyce’s brain has gone bye-bye. I suspect that Becky and Jocelyn would be better advised to leave her propped up against a wall or lamppost whilst they do what they came to do!
I just assume she heard horrible storiesvabout jail. Maybe from the other homeschool students, when they would get together. Heck, given Becky’s temperament, she could he the one, telling scary stories.
Point 1: While reading panel 1, thought exactly the same as Becky in panel 2. “RIP Ross McIntyre: Only ever right about that one thing.”
Point 2: Just wait until Joyce finds out what ELSE touches other stuff in jail. I can already hear the accusatory screams: “Pre-Marital Penitentiary Hanky-Panky!”
wait.. shes not saying she has snuck out/in 40 times, shes saying she has snuck in and unlovked the gate from the inside 40 times. what has she been doing
They’re going to get away with this Scott free, perhaps with a close call, the audience will be feeling high and light hearted… And then they go back to Joyce’s house and we remember that Joyce has been gone all day with the car she stole from her parents, and the confrontation that is waiting.
With bonus points because Jonathan has no doubt told mommy dearest how Joyce has become so angry and adopting behaviour so unbecoming of a godly girl by hanging out with that dirty lesbian and those horrible jewish and atheist libruls at the university. Why, they were together for only a couple of minutes and they even began to corrupt Josh.
But, I mean, they should’ve seen it coming. Trying to give women an education, madness.
…
Sarcasm never makes me feel so in need of brainbleach as when I do it in the commentaries here…
I won’t bet against a confrontation, but I really don’t think that car is “stolen” in anyone’s minds. Joyce’s reactions here are wildly different than how she was acting when she took off with Becky in the car that morning, neither Jocelyn nor Jonathan mentioned it at all, and for that matter we know Joyce has got a phone and (correct me if I’m wrong) there’s been no followup from her parents, right?
Actually, that last is pretty worrisome for other reasons, thinking about it…
So far, all they’ve done is get into the back yard. Even Becky herself realizes that they still have to get onto the back porch and break a window to get in.
Unless Toe-Dad forgot to lock the sash — which a lot of people do, especially if the window is opening onto a closed porch — and they can just push it up and crawl through.
I know, ugh, it’s like every time, it’s 40 times of this and 40 times of that, and it’s like, we get the joke, you’ve done X 40 times, very clever, can you move on already?
Rather than going for the eye-gouging, she could just hang up a poster in her cell — “Yea, even though I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, I shall fear no evil; for I am the biggest bad-ass in the valley.”
Becky probably forgets her key a lot. I used to do that, when I lived at home. My parents would lock the door on the way out, I’d leave my key in my room somewhere… end up climbing up the back of the house and going into the second story bathroom window.
Oh adorable Joyce, so out of your comfort zone with this type of sneaking around stuff, but still here and still trying even though it’s freaking you out and you’re drawing a lot of attention to yourself. *awkwardly attempt to hug through the screen*
Panel 1: Damn are Jocelyne and Becky just an efficient machine with this stuff. They know the drill, they know about having to go around what your family has demanded to be able to live. And they sound off each other nicely.
I’m really hoping this starts being a long-distance friendship between the two and they become the siblings the other can talk about stuff with before they are ready to tell the rest of their loved ones.
Panel 2: I love that little line so much “only ever right about that one exact thing”, because it’s a nice little note of defiance and dig at Toedad and what this house represents. As Bagge’s noir story says, this house was a prison for Becky, with Toedad shouting angrily all manner of rules and teaching all sorts of lies and believing all sorts of awful things.
And at the end of the day, despite all the poison he threw at her hoping it will stick, she’s fully aware that everything he said was garbage. That everything h planned for was garbage. That he was garbage.
And that will be so critical for her continued growth and survival in her life post-Toedad.
Panel 4: Damn Becky’s got good balance.
Panel 6: Seriously I love Becky and Jocelyne’s dynamic together and it’s quickly becoming my favorite sibling dynamic in the comic. And it’s what Becky needs. Someone who will celebrate her successes even if they are silly and small. Someone who will call her out and give her good advice when she’s scared and needs it. Someone who treats her like an adult trying to figure things out, rather than a kid whose made “a series of bad choices”.
And Jocelyne’s got the empathy for that and also sees enough of herself in her to be genuinely inspired by the lack of fear Becky has in diving fully behind her identity rather than obsessing over the angles like Jocelyne.
I want to see more of them, because much like Ethan and Danny, I think they are genuinely healthy for each other and can do a lot to help each other grow.
I don’t understand. How is it a crime to enter the house you live in? Even if she doesn’t have a key, can’t she just ask the police to let her in or even retrieve her things for her? None of this makes any sense.
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and when they catch you, they will kill you
but first
they must catch you
Run run, as fast as you can
You can’t catch me, not with my ding-dong pen
Hickory Dickory Dock
The Joyce she drew a cock
It wouldn’t com clean, so she drew seventeen
Hickory Dickory Dock
Baa Baa Joyce Brown,
Can you draw me dongs?
Yes sir, yes sir, how many inches long?
Seven for the Rachels,
Six for Roz,
And nine for that Carla girl at the very end of the hall.
Hey, that’s offensive.
Just because Carla is trans doesn’t mean she can’t be into dudes.
Or simply enjoy a drawn dong, for the comic potential!
Run barry Run
They cannot hope to catch Becky.
Joyce, on the other hand, may be easier to grab.
“Before you do anything or say anything to anyone for pity’s sake… think of what your MOTHER would do. To both of us.”
AAUGH! *drives off*
“I don’t wanna have to leave again, Freckle! I like it here! THEY TOLERATE MEEEE“
Oh My gosh you just quoted Lackadaisy
ILoveYouMarr Me*cough*
I mean I really appreciate there’s someone out there with similar intrests who appreciates well drawn prohibition-era stories and am in No Way going to overreact to this information.
Just so we’re agreed; Becky is the over-exuberant and troublesome Rocky while Joyce is the more law abiding Freckle who sometimes switches to psychotic, yes?
(And, Oh God, please tell me that means Sarah is Victor)
Oh I love those ideas. Do you think Mike is Mordecai?
No.
Amber is.
No, I am.
Sarah is 100% Victor. She acts gruff and unconcerned but she’ll break your face with a blunt object if you screw with her people.
What’s the full name of this comic? Sounds interesting.
lackadaisycats.com
Although wikipedia lists it under Lackadaisy.
I discovered it a short while ago, it is quite good.
The second apparently only works if you don’t have a spoon, rust optional.
A FUCKING WATERSHIP DOWN REFERENCE I DIDNT KNOW I COULD LIKE YOU THIS MUCH
They’re going to kill her butt first?
Eww.
Oh my gosh Watership Down! You’re the best, Ana Chronistic! 😀
Seconded
You’ve made an El-ahrairah reference. I love you forever.
All the world will be your enemy, Whiteboard Ding Dong Bandit of a Thousand Enemies.
And I thought I’d never spot a Watership Down reference anywhere my entire life. I tip my hat off to you, sir.
😀 That made my morning.
Digger. Listener. Runner.
Watership down for the win.
Also…Joyce…honey you couldn’t do that even if you tried.
Princess with a thousand enemies.
I love whenever I see a Watership Down reference!
jeez. joyce’s imagination escalates quickly
It’s actually a well-documented phenomenon in criminal psychology. A pattern of vandalism, profanity, and burglary will inevitably lead to aggravated assault.
No, I meant going from food touching to eyeball-scooping. I cant really comment on the ‘gateway crime’ thing
Also, can someone explain why the swype on my phone no longer works here?
In for a penny, in for a pounding.
But more seriously, there actually is a thing in fundamentalist circles where all crimes are equivalent. Basically since the worst that can happen is being sent to Hell and because various things are seen as against “God’s rules” it leads to this weird equivalence where things like murder or rape are seen as equivalent to having consensual premarital sex or not going to Church anymore.
And it sometimes leads to some weird sudden escalations like this, where someone freaking out about saying swear words will be able to go on long fantasies like this about what they’d have to do now that they are a criminal type.
The equivalence exists because any sin, large or small, is enough to separate you from God’s love forever. Note that Adam and Eve got kicked out of the Garden merely for eating from a forbidden tree and then lying about it, not for murdering anybody. The seemingly chasm-like difference in awfulness between lying and murder is, obviously, a worldly distinction. Theologically, both are worthy of Hell.
And here I was thinking it was just a gag. But no, it’s yet another chilling and disturbing glance into how some people raise their children and the potential long-term affects of that treatment.
It’s not funny any more. Now I am sad.
Yup!
And it was definitely scary to live around growing up queer and non-religious, because that “worldly distinction” bit just ended up feeling like a passive threat.
But it also made me feel really bad because I saw so many friends who grew up in the culture beating themselves up over things like masturbating or getting hot for someone with the same fervor of a murderer lamenting their dark deed.
Which on that note, *appropriate gesture of support* for growing up in that toxic mess.
God, I’m really happy I grew up where and with the religious backround I did. We actually have a word for stealing stuff you need and it’s based on the name of a cardinal. And in my religion classes I was told that life’s difficult, and most certainly everyone would sin occasionly but that doesn’t mean that all is lost, and there might be situations in which our choices are limited to one sin or another so it’s totally reasonable to make distinctions of the graveness of sins.
But does God REALLY feel this way? I mean he did curse Cain forever, so clearly murder is at least EXTRA bad sometimes.
It’s also a matter of stereotyping. Fall into a criminal stereotype, and some people will think you’re liable to do anything.
A similar thing happened in revolutionary France, when for a time (I think) all crimes were considered treason (obviously not for religious reasons). At least one person was executed for selling a bad bottle of wine.
When you have a guillotine and an angry mob, all problems start to look the same.
Right that’s the joke. She started drawing ding-dongs, then she started swearing, now she’s doing the burglary, and the next step is scooping out eyeballs. This concludes my explanation of the joke.
Thank you, Writer’s Block!
*plays the theme song of Reform School Joyce on the car stereo down the street*
That got dark real quick, Joyce…
Sweatervest is the New Black.
+all the internets
Trust no bongo.
+1 internet point
Oh Becky, always keep a tally of the importing things.
The interesting thing is yeah, she probably did keep a tally of it, because it was a marker of her limited amounts of successful resistance and defiance of her father. Like, 40 times I successfully got out of this cage and went out slightly more me.
And that’s almost sad to think that that would become the sort of thing to become the cherished childhood memory.
I have something similar. One of my favourite memories of my childhood is managing to sneak out. Sometimes I would just sneak out the front door, but other times I would climb out my window, edge across the outside windowsill and manage to get across to the one next to it, climb down onto the porch, then onto the bins and away.
…In hindsight that was totally insane.
Note to self: NEVER bring Joyce along on a heist.
Note to self: bring Joyce if I ever get into a gang fight.
Note to self: bring Joyce if I need someone’s eyeballs scooped out.
Retina scan, which brings us back to the heist mentioned above.
good thinking, but the list of heist tools looks weird now ‘cuz it includes “a rusty spoon”
and folks are all “why do you have a rusty spoon on your list?” and joyce is gonna be all “let’s pray you never find out”
“Because it’s DULL, you twit. It’ll hurt more.”
Retina printers are better.
Prison gang fight. Outside of prison she still has the option of fleeing.
Every good heist needs the easily panicked Bruiser who can escalate things at a moments notice.
Now I’m just imagining this group as a heist crew:
Joyce “Wildcard” Brown
Jocelyne “The Brains” Brown
Becky “I’m a Lesbian” MacIntyre
Well good thing Joyce already has made plans for her life in Jail.
Well Becky’s a good record, I have only have to force my door twice with one tool… I took ten seconds the second time.
…Joyce has thought this prison thing through.
Yeah, this is clearly something that has been on her mind before. Probably after she did something completely innocuous like steal a cookie from the jar.
Innocuous? Innocuous? If everyone stole cookies from the jar, then there’d be no cookies in the jar! Utter madness! Society crumbles, like a … [pause] … society collapses! All from an extinction of readily available cookies.
You have to think these things through.
Immanuel Kantor, is that you?
Fucking autocorrect
Puckeridge! You cunning bastard!
You can’t fool me. Your handle says Moon, but you’re really Birdboot.
Joyce, did you sneak an extra cookie?
You can’t prove that. I won’t go the fudging pen. I’ll slit your throat, pull your spine out and use it as a weapon. I’ll do it. I swear to gosh that I sure as poop will fudging do it.
Joyce is the next Mortal Kombat guest character?
Test your might *tch tch tch tch*
Well, of course. She listened to her older brother John and thought these things before… before…
Okay, Cerb, you were absolutely right.
Joyce is the one they should have left behind. That would solve all the problems (including Becky feeling compelled to troll her), and she’s not/hasn’t done anything useful.
… I am possibly taking all of this too seriously.
She just doesn’t handle the sneaky stuff well. Give her something to punch and she succeeds…
Oh Bob in Himmel, Joyce is going to punch a cop, isn’t she?
Good to know Joyce has thought about this thoroughly…
Both eyes, no less. Most, I believe, would stop at one.
Or maybe she can escape and join a flock of ducks.
Well Joyce escalated quickly.
Best comment ever!
But… but…
… it was BECKY that escalated the side of the house!
*rimshot*
….quickly followed by second best comment ever!
WBDDB: “I’m not locked in here with you. You’re locked in here with me. … Actually, I guess we’re all locked in here together. Anyone want to play Apples to Apples?”
Meaning of ‘WBDDB’, please?
whiteboard ding dong bandit
Whiteboard Ding Dong Bandit.
If I say it a third time will it summon her?
Whiteboard Ding Dong Bandit
Nope. Damn.
There has to be a song in there somewhere, a-pickin’ and a-grinnin’ with a guitar and banjo.
Give me back my FAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEE!
I want business cards that say “I’m the business.”
Wow, Joyce went dark in a hurry…
Goth Joyce should be a thing, I tells ya.
Well, at least we know joyce would be okay in prison . . .
oh you are “THE Business” already Joyce and they will all know it.
From saying “damn” straight to gouging people’s eyes out with spoons, historical Jesus Christ, Joyce.
So why isn’t Joyce the lookout to distract anyone if anyone comes and shout out a code word like, “GOSH WHAT LOVELY STARS TONIGHT, OFFICER. HOME BREAK IN? NO. JUST STAR WATCHING. ALONE.” While Jocelyn and Becky scram out the back.
You’re relying on Joyce to lie convincingly to an authority figure.
Have you checked under the bridge lately for lesbians?
I made a huge mistake by relying on Joyce to be able to lie to an authority figure. They still should have had her in the car as lookout, maybe have the radio on. Cop comes by, neighbor comes by, she sits and says, “OH JUST LISTENING TO THE RADIO. AND WAITING FOR FRIENDS TO COME OUT HAHAHAHHAHA WHERE? OH, YOU KNOW.”
“Just waiting for my friend to get a few things from inside her home and then we’ll be off. What, lying? No, I’m not… why would you think I am…. OH GOD I AM AND I’M NOT AT THE SAME TIME IT’S TRUE THERE IS NO BASIS FOR LOGIC FOR THOSE WHO HAVE STRAYED FROM GOD!”
…..
“Uh… dispatch? I’ve got a mentally ill person loitering here, possibly a minor, doesn’t appear violent or armed. Request extensive backup.”
Joyce doesn’t mess around, Joyce will mess you up.
She’ll totally cold stab a b-word. Fudge you up good. Send you to heck.
Damn Joyce, your imagination goes to dark places quick don’t it?
Also good to know Becky has some experience in breaking into her home. I initially thought she’d have no idea what to do.
what the fuck joyce
Even if the police did show up, it’s Becky’s house. You can’t break into your own house.
Since Ross committed various felonious acts such as assault with a deadly weapon, kidnapping, illegal discharge of a firearm, and Lord only knows what else, could it be that the cops have sealed off the house as they search for additional clues/evidence against him — which means it is now considered a crime scene and our intrepid trio of Wakko, Yakko, and Dot (I’ll let someone else decide who represents who) could be accused of tampering with evidence?
Becky = Yakko, Jocelyne = Wakko, Joyce = Dot
I think Jocelyne should be Dot.
I’d leave Joyce as Dot, and switch the other two.
Nome.of those.three are innocent enough to be Joyce. Maaaaaaybe Wakko.
And so Ross will be released from gaol, as the Judge throws his case out due to compromised evidence. Whilst in gaol, Ross experienced the joys of prostate massage, and is now a screaming queen.
I suspect it depends on Indiana state law. Becky is probably 18 at this point, so legally an adult. Her father may be able to throw her out of the house legally. Whether he’d know that is another question.
Oh, I know this one! He can legally throw her out of the house, but not without proper notice of eviction (just like he would have to do with any tenant), which appears to be 10 days from a (admittedly very quick and shallow) Google search. So, technically she would have 10 days from the notice to gather her things and leave. 🙂 And during those 10 days, she would legally have to have full access to whatever part of the house she was occupying (in this case, probably all of it would count).
Except she was already not living there.
And now I also wonder what the next thing Willis will write about that will have the comment section going off on the legality off.
Scooping people’s eyes out with spoons, prolly?
Just because she lived their does not mean ownership of the house defaults to her just because Toedad is in jail. Plus if any cops did show up, due to how closed in and religious the community is there is the possibility that they are also religious fundamentalists who’d want to give Becky shit because in their eyes how dare she be lesbian and get her daddy arrested .
Does anyone else wonder if Willis did research on this to provide accurate info for upcoming drama (or lack thereof)?
They don’t need to be fundamentalists, or Ross’s allies. They just need to be the sort of person-shaped animal that’s drawn to trappings of authority because.of the power they think it gives them over others. Such an organism thinks no farther than: Here is a helpless person in a compromising position and in my power. And it works a depressing number of times.
Unless Toedad’s friends/neighbors are the exact kind of crazy high strung folks who believe that everything a parent buys, even if they then give it to their child, still belongs to the parent merely because they paid for it.
And that goes for the cops in this town, as well.
Actually you can if you’re a disgusting pervert who got her good, god-fearing father arrested. It’s quite possible that Ross has allies in the La Porte sheriff’s department who are hungering for their own shot at Becky.
Phrasing Ben… because that is one hell of a entendre there in your last sentence if you didn’t mean it, and if you didn’t… then i feel horrible for thinking it
What has Joyce been watching?
The Spooky
MormonFundamentalist Hell Dream.Dexter & Monkey Master got really dark apparently.
The green mile parody with the sensitivity scanner was a bit controversial when it first came out.
I would say Orange is the New Black, but this is Joyce. Even if she started the show accidentally, she probably woulda bailed at the first sign of boob.
The inside of her own eyelids, as her imagination screens for her the worst fate she can possibly imagine.
….
… which isn’t much. She won’t truly break until Becky explains prison sex to her.
That…will not be a pretty sight. Then again, if she establishes her reputation as the crazy eyeball scooper, she probably won’t have to deal with that. Heck, other inmates might try hiring her for protection.
That’s basically what Becky is doing, after all.
Whatever lessons she was taught about crime and punishment and why she should avoid even the temptation to commit some sort of illegal act, they certainly weren’t what I’d call ‘subtle’.
It’s not that Joyce thought of this, it’s that Joyce seems mentally prepared to go through with it …
… Yep, that sounds like life with debilitating anxiety brought on by spiritual abuse from the voice in your head, all right.
I mean also the voices outside your head informing them in Joyce’s case, but like. Yeah the catastrophizing “You’re going to hell for all of this” voice in your head usually comes from somewhere first.
I’m not sure if Joyce has thought through the “biggest lady around thing” I’m assuming the biggest ladies is more than prepared for everyone scooping out her eyes with any utensil, spoon or no, rusty or otherwise.
She said, “What were you arrested for, kid?”
And I said, “Drawing ding-dongs on a whiteboard.”
And they all moved away from me in the dining room there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said, “…and breaking and entering.” And they all came back, shook my hand, hugged me, and we had a great time in the dining room, sharin’ our lunch, talkin’ about Jesus, all kinds of groovy things that we was doing.
You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant.
You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant.
Step right in, it’s around the back, just a half a mile from the railroad track!
You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant.
Excepting Alice!
Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light
Head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
Had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
Heard the mission bell
I was thinking to myself
This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle
She showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel Indiana
Such a lovely place
(such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel Indiana
Any time of year
(any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is tiffany twisted
She got her father’s car, uh
She got a lot of pretty pretty girls that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the captain
Please bring me my wine
He said
We haven’t had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel Indiana
Such a lovely place
(such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel Indiana
What a nice surprise
(what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here of our own device
In their masters’ chambers
They gathered for the feast
Stab it with their steely spoons but they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Relax said the night man we are programmed to receive
You can checkout any time you like but you can never leave!
PERFECT
Nobody would suspect that from Joyce though. She has the element of surprise!
Apparently the “Hello Police Department. My father was the crazy wack-job who took me hostage at gun point and threatened to shoot people at a major university. Can I go into my former residence and get my birth certificate and Social Security Card?” was never considered as a viable option.
Joyce is quite the optimistic one, isn’t she?
Little does Joyce know, the biggest lady in the jail was more than willing to provide Joyce wih her Dexter & Monkey Master cotraband and become bestest buddies.
Geeze, Joyce, that’s quite the escalation there.
Sweet little innocent Joyce. Yeah, right.
Just keep spoons away from her and you may survive.
I would’ve bet that Becky knew how to get in and out of the house without getting caught.
Guess my only question is…why? Where would she go? If she went to Joyce’s in the middle of the night, either Joyce would have a heart attack or Joyce’s mother would kill her.
Sometimes space and distance are just that. It doesn’t matter where you run to as long as you get away from what you’re running from.
Yeah, just fooling around outside would be better than staying home with ToeDad
“You think being GROUNDED is bad? Try PRISON. That’s like being grounded FOR LIFE. Plus, instead of chores, BUTT SEX.”
–Dermott Fictel, “The Venture Bros.”
What movie is that from? And what cartoons have parodied it that Joyce would have watched?
Now I’m just thinking of Joyce doing her best Wilson Fisk impersonation, and it’s making me giggle a bit.
“I want to save this city, Ms. MacIntyre, like you. But only on a scale that matters.”
Big Lady: I’ve done nothing to you! You can have the contraband, please! Just don’t hurt me! I don’t deserve this!
Joyce: [cocks her head and narrows her eyes] “Deserve’s” got nothin’ to do with it.
It’s good to have a game plan Joyce
I don’t think doing something more extreme than what got you in jail in the first place is a good idea, Joyce.
Dang did Joyce accidentally go to my high school? I mean that happened the first day of sophomore year. Some chick scooped a dude’s eye out because he called her SOMETHING and boom straight to the hoosgow!
It’s so nice to see Joyce so well-adjusted. c:
For real though, I want a whole book of Becky’s Nighttime Breakout Shenanigans. What is there even to shenanigan there?
I know, right!
I’m sure she made something happen. She is Becky, afterall
Apropros of nothing, but survivors of abusive homes will sometimes leave the house, simply to a neutral location to ride out particularly dangerous escalations. So, if say Toedad was getting a bit… Toedad-esque about things like contraband Seinfield, I could see her scarpering out for the evening while she reset her mask.
“Nighttime Breakout Shenanigans” — Another great band name!
Joyce, all that will do is make all the vicious gang leaders want you as their top muscle or top enforcer. Next thing you know the Aryan gang will be attempting to Shanghai by force and you’ll be stuck fighting off assaults everyday.
Joyce will then become so skilled that the government recruits her to complete suicide missions in exchange for expunging her records.
Government guy: You three are the worst that IU has known
Mary Bradford: The Fundamentalist, Mike: The Manipulator, and Joyce Brown: The Whiteboard Dingdong Bandit.
Joyce: I’m retired.
Government Guy: we’re bringing you back
Joyce: The Eye Scooper
Joyce: The Enucleator.
Mike still has no last name?
…
Well now I’m picturing Joyce dressed as Harley Quinn. I…might need a minute.
We need to get Billie on this case
http://www.dumbingofage.com/2012/comic/book-2/05-saturdays-all-right-for-slighting/reservations/
Fighting aliens.
Silly Joyce.
They don’t let you have rusty spoons in prison.
For exactly that reason.
That’s why you fashion one outta wood. Extra hardcore points if you manage to somehow make it also rusty.
Now that’s a Slaughter Hack.
It certainly wasn’t some nonsense like the ACLU having a field day with mounting cases of inmates getting tetanus.
Only a blind lawyer from the boroughs stands in Joyce’s way.
So, Marcie Michael Murdock? I know she’s not blind, but she’s got the red lenses on already.
While Manhattan is technically a borough, “from the boroughs” is a pretty odd way to describe someone from Midtown West.
Wow Joyce. That got dark really goddamned dark quickly.
Convenient short slopey roof is convenient.
Is it weird that I sometimes wonder which Dumbing of Age characters I could take in a fight?
I could take Danny, and maybe Walky. I would have very little chance against Ethan, he’s like a foot taller then me. Joyce would depend on how pissed of she was. Amber would kick my ass, and I feel like me and Becky are about equal.
I don’t think it’s weird. Also, you obviously have qualms about fighting dirty. I do not. Which why size doesn’t matter.
I was thinking organized fights, with rules and shit. If I could have a sword, the amount of flights I’d win would increase a lot. Not a gun though, I would freak out the moment I fired it and drop it.
I was thinking more along the lines of, unarmed but anything else goes. In which case: knee, meet solar plexus. Solar plexus, meet knee.
It’s like my Great-Grandpappy always said: “Anything worth doing is worth doing with a rusty spoon.”
Oh, and I forgot: Huzzah!
Sir, there was a mass breakout at the Indiana State Prison!
But, who could have?
They found this sir
(Hands him the cap to a sharpie pen)
Mother of god…
SOMEONE HAS DRAWN A DICK ON THE PRESIDENT!!!!
Actual LOL.
The White House will never look the same.
…could you watch entertainment in jail?
Joyce might actually find the presentation of prison food to her liking. From what I’ve seen on TV US prisons favour the kind of trays used for TV dinners, with each type of slop given its own separate niche in the tray. On the other hand Joyce would likely freak out if she ever had to eat nutraloaf.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nutraloaf
There’s a reason the slang for a prison term is called porridge in the UK.
I guess Joyce hasn’t realize that as a WHITE woman she is invisible to the police. The only way they would be caught doing this is if they were black or if she had pissed off someone (like Joyce’s mom by being alive).
As a white guy, I’ve been hassled by the cops for standing on the sidewalk in front of my own house at night. Being black may increase your chances of drawing police attention, but not being black doesn’t make you invisible.
In order to be invisible, Joyce would need to follow through on her Dorothy-crush and gain bisexual powers.
No, they’ll still arrest her. The big difference is that Joyce doesn’t have to worry about getting killed by the police.
Even that hyperbole only works if you don’t check the facts!
Of course that part:
“The vast majority of those killed — 745 — were men.” will still work in Joyce’s favor.
See, this is how you have a breakdown while committing a crime. Quietly, with a minimum of movement, and in a way that doesn’t keep your accomplices from doing their jobs.
Funny thing about prisons. You never really leave them. Sure, one day someone in a suit will sign a piece of paper, a key will turn and you will walk out, but you’ll still carry it with you.
A prison is a not just a building. Some think of it as a state of mind, other think of it as a stench clinging to you, but at it’s core a prison is one thing and one thing only.
A door with a lock. And there are so many doors around us.
They don’t exactly leave their doors open in this part of town. Too much trash from the streets floating around. The client had her ways though. Smart girl.
As we made our way in, the goon enterained us with stories of her latest stint. Typical ‘tough guy’ talk and nothing to take too seriously, but the story about the eye-scope gave me pause. There were rumors about this one… Rumors that ended with punches to the face or worse. There was a man at a party that no one has seen since…
And just like that, the door was open. The client did not disapoint. This house had been her prison for too long, after all, and she knew just how to break out. This time was different. Breaking out from a prison is a means of getting out. Breaking into it means taking control. Reforging it’s bars and locks for your purpose.
We all knew that this house could all too easy become a prison again.
I am Jocelyne. There is a door and a lock in my life too – but the lock is on the inside, and I have the key.
Loving the Jocelyne noir story. Although, not gonna lie, took me a while to realize you were not in fact emulating Redd from “The Shawshank Redemption”.
Have an Internet.
Also loving this.
++1
Never ever stop writing this!
Wow.
Everytime I hear a number that is fortiesomething I’m surprised when it’s not 42.
Ooooor maybe it’s forshadowing. Becky will have to break into the house exctly one more time. Dun-dun-duuuuun
There’s your question, mice! Take it or leave it.
Just wait until you turn 40. You will find your options will increase.
Oh dear; Joyce’s brain has gone bye-bye. I suspect that Becky and Jocelyn would be better advised to leave her propped up against a wall or lamppost whilst they do what they came to do!
Yeah, Joyce shoulda stayed home.
And deprive us of this entertainment? How could you even suggest such a thing?
The question of what media Joyce managed to watch growing up is a curious one.
Everything suggests that Joyce is the sort of girl who watched ‘bad’ programs via streaming whilst hiding under her bed covers.
I just assume she heard horrible storiesvabout jail. Maybe from the other homeschool students, when they would get together. Heck, given Becky’s temperament, she could he the one, telling scary stories.
Point 1: While reading panel 1, thought exactly the same as Becky in panel 2. “RIP Ross McIntyre: Only ever right about that one thing.”
Point 2: Just wait until Joyce finds out what ELSE touches other stuff in jail. I can already hear the accusatory screams: “Pre-Marital Penitentiary Hanky-Panky!”
You always got to watch the ones who keep their hands clean. Joyce.
Newest and best phrase: “I’m the business”
wait.. shes not saying she has snuck out/in 40 times, shes saying she has snuck in and unlovked the gate from the inside 40 times. what has she been doing
The neighbor girls?
No one can make violent paranoid fantasies more adorable than Joyce.
“I will spoon your eyes from their sockets” – Ramsey Lord Bolton
“I’ll have to … scoop out her eyeballs with a rusty spoon” – Joyce
Has Joyce been watching Game of Thrones?
They’re going to get away with this Scott free, perhaps with a close call, the audience will be feeling high and light hearted… And then they go back to Joyce’s house and we remember that Joyce has been gone all day with the car she stole from her parents, and the confrontation that is waiting.
With bonus points because Jonathan has no doubt told mommy dearest how Joyce has become so angry and adopting behaviour so unbecoming of a godly girl by hanging out with that dirty lesbian and those horrible jewish and atheist libruls at the university. Why, they were together for only a couple of minutes and they even began to corrupt Josh.
But, I mean, they should’ve seen it coming. Trying to give women an education, madness.
…
Sarcasm never makes me feel so in need of brainbleach as when I do it in the commentaries here…
That’s my bet too.
I won’t bet against a confrontation, but I really don’t think that car is “stolen” in anyone’s minds. Joyce’s reactions here are wildly different than how she was acting when she took off with Becky in the car that morning, neither Jocelyn nor Jonathan mentioned it at all, and for that matter we know Joyce has got a phone and (correct me if I’m wrong) there’s been no followup from her parents, right?
Actually, that last is pretty worrisome for other reasons, thinking about it…
Don’t forget the sunday church visit!
In a community where everyone knows about the events that made Holy Toedad become arrested!
That’s gonna be brutal. For all parties.
Holy God Joyce, that’s dark.
True. Food touching other food is something from a dystopian nightmare that would make Orwell and Lovecraft’s lovechild go mad with horror.
…and glee, simultaneously!
I don’t know why, but I wish to partake of this unholy casserole.
Gor blimey, can’t Becky use the old Bobby Moore?
They’ll be up before the beak if the screws catch them.
If it’s really that easy to break in, leaving the key under the mat probably wouldn’t have done so much damage tbh.
So far, all they’ve done is get into the back yard. Even Becky herself realizes that they still have to get onto the back porch and break a window to get in.
Unless Toe-Dad forgot to lock the sash — which a lot of people do, especially if the window is opening onto a closed porch — and they can just push it up and crawl through.
And since Becky says she’s done this “exactly forty times”, I’m going to assume that this is all it’s going to take.
Girls night out! Just gonna do a little breaking and entering, NBD.
In which Joyce continues to be broken.
Joyce, you’re not funny anymore…
Nah, Joyce is still funny. Becky’s one joke has gotten old.
I know, ugh, it’s like every time, it’s 40 times of this and 40 times of that, and it’s like, we get the joke, you’ve done X 40 times, very clever, can you move on already?
Oh, I’m sorry did I misinterpret?
I thought this storyline would be good. I was wrong. IT IS GREAT.
Rather than going for the eye-gouging, she could just hang up a poster in her cell —
“Yea, even though I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, I shall fear no evil; for I am the biggest bad-ass in the valley.”
Becky probably forgets her key a lot. I used to do that, when I lived at home. My parents would lock the door on the way out, I’d leave my key in my room somewhere… end up climbing up the back of the house and going into the second story bathroom window.
Becky never had a key:
http://www.dumbingofage.com/2016/comic/book-6/03-when-god-closes-the-door/personal/
That would have granted her too much freedom in her daily life.
It’ll be fine, Joyce, as long as the eyeballs don’t touch each other.
ha ha ha ha ha ha
+1
Hey everyone, can we not with the prison rape jokes? Thanks.
Please yes. It’s loathsome.
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Oh adorable Joyce, so out of your comfort zone with this type of sneaking around stuff, but still here and still trying even though it’s freaking you out and you’re drawing a lot of attention to yourself. *awkwardly attempt to hug through the screen*
Panel 1: Damn are Jocelyne and Becky just an efficient machine with this stuff. They know the drill, they know about having to go around what your family has demanded to be able to live. And they sound off each other nicely.
I’m really hoping this starts being a long-distance friendship between the two and they become the siblings the other can talk about stuff with before they are ready to tell the rest of their loved ones.
Panel 2: I love that little line so much “only ever right about that one exact thing”, because it’s a nice little note of defiance and dig at Toedad and what this house represents. As Bagge’s noir story says, this house was a prison for Becky, with Toedad shouting angrily all manner of rules and teaching all sorts of lies and believing all sorts of awful things.
And at the end of the day, despite all the poison he threw at her hoping it will stick, she’s fully aware that everything he said was garbage. That everything h planned for was garbage. That he was garbage.
And that will be so critical for her continued growth and survival in her life post-Toedad.
Panel 4: Damn Becky’s got good balance.
Panel 6: Seriously I love Becky and Jocelyne’s dynamic together and it’s quickly becoming my favorite sibling dynamic in the comic. And it’s what Becky needs. Someone who will celebrate her successes even if they are silly and small. Someone who will call her out and give her good advice when she’s scared and needs it. Someone who treats her like an adult trying to figure things out, rather than a kid whose made “a series of bad choices”.
And Jocelyne’s got the empathy for that and also sees enough of herself in her to be genuinely inspired by the lack of fear Becky has in diving fully behind her identity rather than obsessing over the angles like Jocelyne.
I want to see more of them, because much like Ethan and Danny, I think they are genuinely healthy for each other and can do a lot to help each other grow.
Yes.
Joyce went from fearing jail to having a plan awfully quickly.
It reminds me of Arrowette from the old Young Justice comic.
“I’ll have to get a tight, skimpy black leather outfit that shows off my cleavage. Oh god. I’ll have to get cleavage.”
So Joyce went straight to worse case scenario
I don’t understand. How is it a crime to enter the house you live in? Even if she doesn’t have a key, can’t she just ask the police to let her in or even retrieve her things for her? None of this makes any sense.