Sometimes these little strips take longer to draw than I thought they would, which is why this one is popping up somewhat late in the day.
The Bide-a-Wee Lunatic Asylum, as you know, is run by Dr. Philip (Wellington Lost!) Napoleon. If you're a good patient, you get to sit on his rocking horse.
The asylum is located in Bide-a-Wee village. The inhabitants have invented their own, special geography, which is much bigger on the inside than it is on the outside, so it doesn't take up much space in anybody's universe, and has a very low property-tax footprint.
This is good, because Bide-a-Wee is located in downtown Toronto (the Tockworld Toronto, not that other, boring Toronto full of humans), and is subject to the tax harvests of Vlod Ironbeak, the evil mayor and part-time vampire.
Enough small talk.
Here are some chocolate shovels. The next time you're thinking about shoveling some snow, or digging a large hole for a garden, or burying your troublesome computer, eat one of these. You'll be much happier.
And if you really want to have a good time, take your sweetheart to the drive-in in a steam shovel.
Toot, toot!
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