Looks like Ms. Gladys Cravettes has had a good influence on Mr. Cranky. Look! He has a yard in which to do yard work!
Will this mean that Mr. Cranky will stop living in an underground bunker? Will he rejoin the suburban humans rather than being a subterranean human?
Will the sight of helicopters make him think of traffic news rather than international wetwork military assassins?
Let’s hope not. He’s more fun when he’s convinced that drones can read his mind and that the fact that the university he attended still has his name on file means that the sociology department is keeping biannual tabs on his (and other people’s) life progress for inclusion in a database to be used to turn humanity into the mammalian version of an ant colony. Hilarious.
“No, but how’s your vacuum doing lately?”
When helicopters show up around here they’re usually the sheriff chasing gangsters.
Too late! We’re already a human ant colony.
Mr. Cranky was right all along! Who knew?!
You sure that’s Mr Cranky’s house? It rather reads like it’s where Gladys lives. After all, why would “Jessie” be visiting My Cranky?
Oooooh, hanky panky?!
Her place fer sure. Look at that swirly iron lacework around the door, instead of bars over the windows.
Cranky already dug his own personal ant farm
Cranky is practicing the adage Know your enemy. It’s probably been since the 50s he went underground. The threats have evolved…..many live right next door now.
Of course Mr. Cranky is keeping the bunker! After all, who doesn’t want to have a vacation home? Push comes to shove, they can always hibernate there during those severe winter storms.