Buddies in Big Places
The Monster Under the Bed
You know, with the cost of tires going up these days… She’ll have a lot of work to do to pay off those replacements LOL! Aren’t fluffy kittens just too cute? Poor little cheeval 😛
But on a serious note, thanks again to all those readers who’ve donated towards support of Zeroseven, every little bit helps, and keeps the strip going. Please visit this forum post to read a very heart felt thank you from Zeroseven to all of you great readers. Let me also say thanks for your feed back on what is the first chapter I’ve written with out any input or correlation between myself and V… It’s weird, but I think I’m getting it down, we’ve only got a few more strips left in this chapter, then we’ll be touching more on the Doyle family. You guys and gals keep me going!
Thanks again and much love,
Cheetah
Awesome! Careful Jim, the smell of burning rubber can be addictive!
Oh, it’s waaay to late for that, he’s had that addiction for years and years.
Hahaha oh wow. The Look on Jim’s face when Sari floors it is priceless. Poor Sari. looks like she just wet herself. And not in the likable way.
Hehe poor Sari XD
Yeah, definitely gonna go with Crown Vic for Jims car… lol (or at least Grand Marquis, cause its the same car)
I’m really feelin’ the new artist, keep it up man!
Panel 4 Sari is adorable. 😀
Not quite a Crown Vic, notice the grill has vertical bars and not horisontal ones like the Crown Vic. but the car is similar in look to a Vic.
Ah yes the Grand Marquis has the vertical lines, and the circular emblem as well. Excellent choice either way.
So close, yet still wrong, your on the right company.. still wrong model.
I,m guessing that car is a Mercury Marauder?
LOL hmmmm hopefully shes learned her leason, also love the angle from the throttle of the car, nice touch, i actuly felt like i was looking through a camera……. and i like to see her panties 😛 lol.
Yup, that’s right, it’s a marauder
So, technically not the wrong model as the Marauder is the high-performance version of the Grand Marquis. You sneaky devils 😉
that said, great comic, great artist, great car. can’t wait for the next one!
As a proud owner of a 2003 Marauder (yeah yeah I just go with what I know) I’d have to say the Marauder had more in common with the Crown Victoria, the front end is all it’s own.. the rear end is 90% crownvic, but again modified (read tinted) from the factory for the blacked outness of the car.. and the interior shares next to nothing with the marquis.. so really not an “upgraded” marquis LOL.. but yeah yeah, Picky picky
Yeah the Mercury Marauder is like the Ford lighting the ford lighting was a high performance version of the F150 and both were sweet rides!
Whoa folks.. what is this, Cats n’ Cars? XP
Great looking strip Zero7, don’t believe I said so anywhere else.: )
well technically the current storyline is about cats and cars XD.
And thanks, it’s good to know that I’m on the right track
love the comics and sari looks great in panel 4 😛
you’re doing a great job Zeroseven
keep it up
I love how Sari looks when she’s scared! BTW, the word “starter” should be “start ‘er” instead.
Appreciate your readership, but please don’t go back multiple years looking for spelling/grammar mistakes.
I don’t plan to; I’m just a stickler for spelling. If I didn’t tell you of at least a couple mistakes, I’d have gone crazy, lol.
That poor Grand Marquis
Marauder Actually
Is it? Oh well, it’s a mercury, can’t go wrong there lol
😹 Reminds me of a song by Ray Stevens; the Day I tried to teach Charlene McKenzie how to drive! Check it out, you might get a kick out of it. https://youtu.be/wfpwVpfj18w
Charlene Mackenzie was a certified beauty
And I thought it was my patriotic duty
To teach her things like neckin’, yeah
And drivin’ an automobile
Now Charlene Mackenzie, while prettier than most
Turned out to be as deaf as a post
A condition I was not aware of until
She got behind my steerin’ wheel
I had a ’57 Chevy, it was born to run
It was a red-hot, fuel-injected son of a gun
And when she showered down on that accelerator
She just froze when it let out a roar
I said, “Don’t rev it so much, take your foot off the gas”
She thought I said, “Pop the clutch and make it go fast”
And she did, and friends, we laid rubber for a block or more
And there were chickens on the bumper
Yeah, feathers in the grill
Rose bushes in the wheel wells
And a pig on my windshield
Yeah, and the bees were a-buzzin’
Where she mowed down their beehive
On the day I tried to teach Charlene Mackenzie how to drive
I said, “Hold on a second, I wanna talk to you”
She thought I said, “Go for second and see what she’ll do”
And we laid more rubber, she jumped it to a hundred and four
Now Clarkdale, Georgia is just a little old town
And shoot, I thought I knew my way around
But she took me places that day I’d never seen before
Through farms and gullies and over hills
We uncovered lovers and moonshine stills
And broke into a clearing of the annual picnic
Of the Georgia Highway Patrol
Yeah, we broke up that picnic and everything in it
Those officers were on us in a New York minute
And I knew somehow I just had to regain control
Because now there were lovers on the bumper
Picnic baskets in the grill, yeah
Wrapped around the fenders
Was what was left of a moonshine still
There was a wounded patrolman on my windshield
Yellin’, “You’ll get three to five”
On the day I tried to teach Charlene Mackenzie how to drive
(How to drive)
Well, I finally got her just to push in the clutch
And we coasted to a stop
But she still had her foot on the gas
When up walked that wounded highway cop
He blew some feathers out of his mouth
And before I could stop him, I heard him ask
“Ptooey, why don’t you quit revvin’ it up so much
And take your foot off the gas?”
Oh no, here we go againI said, “Hold on a second, I wanna talk to you”
She thought I said, “Go for second and see what she’ll do”
And we laid more rubber, she jumped it to a hundred and four
Now Clarkdale, Georgia is just a little old town
And shoot, I thought I knew my way around
But she took me places that day I’d never seen before
Through farms and gullies and over hills
We uncovered lovers and moonshine stills
And broke into a clearing of the annual picnic
Of the Georgia Highway Patrol
Yeah, we broke up that picnic and everything in it
Those officers were on us in a New York minute
And I knew somehow I just had to regain control
Because now there were lovers on the bumper
Picnic baskets in the grill, yeah
Wrapped around the fenders
Was what was left of a moonshine still
There was a wounded patrolman on my windshield
Yellin’, “You’ll get three to five”
On the day I tried to teach Charlene Mackenzie how to drive
(How to drive)
Well, I finally got her just to push in the clutch
And we coasted to a stop
But she still had her foot on the gas
When up walked that wounded highway cop
He blew some feathers out of his mouth
And before I could stop him, I heard him ask
“Ptooey, why don’t you quit revvin’ it up so much
And take your foot off the gas?”
Oh no, here we go again
And there were chickens on the bumper
Yeah, feathers in the grill
Rose bushes in the wheel wells
And a pig on my windshield
And the bees were a-buzzin’
Where she mowed down their beehive
On the day I tried to teach Charlene Mackenzie how to drive
(How to drive)
On the day I tried to teach Charlene
Ah, Charlene, Charlene, look out
How to drive
Charlene came to see me in the hospital a few days later
And apologized for all the damage she’d done
And assured me that everything was gonna be alright now
Because her parents had just bought her a brand new hearing aid
And it was the finest hearing aid that money could buy
And I said, “Well, really, Charlene? What kind is it?”
She just looked at her watch and said, “Oh, it’s about 9:30”