Bobby Bigloaf is up and cheering his cartoon hero. He rushes to congratulate him.The vanquished Slab and his ruined pooberty fists skulk away in shame.
Bobby gives a Donald a well-practiced, furry-worthy-man-hug as Big John looks down with pride at the scene of youthful joy. There's nothing like a good dose of violence to warm the heart of any decent red-blooded boy!
"Gee Mr. Cartoon Bastard," squeals Bobby, "you sure showed those bullies!"
Then the poor little future cartoon-scribe laments his own natural wimpiness. "Gosh, I was wish I could kick some bully butt like you, but I'm just a little old defenseless fatty."
Big John has the answer: "Bobby, you don't have to work out for 10 years to get a black belt in self-defense! We need you eating potato chips and writing superhero comic books!
What you do need is this fancy-ass official Donald Bastard T shirt! No one's gonna mess with you in a manly shirt like this!
Bobby quickly tears the sweat-stained white shirt off of his smooth shiny chest...
To be continued...Hey folks, I just cracked 10,000,000 hits today! Thanks to you.
Here's Mr. Paal, a talented young cartoonist celebrating the occasion he helped happen.
