Sandra: What the…!?
Richard: I got sucked into it. Help!
You’re not truly sucked into it until you’re balancing that pancake platter on top of your head.
“Actually, I think I’ll just keep staring at you for a little while longer.”
Sandra! Quick! Start playing some carnival music!
At first I was really entertained by the impossible pose
Then I saw the apple on the foot and my brain exploded..
Then Richard flips the plate with the pancakes over, while kicking his left foot. As the apple and the plate it’s on fly into the air and lands perfectly on the counter, the stack of pancakes flies towards the pan as the egg falls off of the spoon. The egg lands on the pancakes, which cushion it so it doesn’t crack when the pancakes hit the pan. The pancake that’s flipping through the air lands on the stack and knocks the egg onto the side of the pan.
Meanwhile, he tilts the pan to the side, and the pancakes flop off the pan before the egg hits them. As they fall, the egg reaches the center of the tilting pan, and Richard turns the plate in a circular motion until it’s right-side up, and the egg doesn’t crack due to the opposing inertial and centripetal forces cancelling out perfectly and leaving the egg perfectly still.
The pancakes fall onto the plate that landed on the ground when he threw the pancakes on it to the pan, and he cooks the egg in the pan. He serves this all to Sandra. As she carries the plate, she trips and the lunch is ruined.
I know the feeling, Richard. Those incrediants suddenly talking to you, telling you to be more creative while cooking. But I don’t believe they meant THAT!
@ m is for wolf:
There is no such thing as thinking too much about Rube Goldberg machines.
well…better than me..I rlly suck when I try to cook something…and since my mom is too old and her diabetes is rlly giving her problems, me and dad have to cook sometimes….it’s just…not safe..one day my friends were making fun of me….it was the “soul calibur V night”, and one of them said “…just use the Microwave oven, you can’t burn popcorn with that, you just have to press the button “…well…It was the same one I used at home…so I set to be ready in 6 minutes……3 minutes later my friend’s mom came by asking “who was the “Gentleman” responsible for a mess inside her kitchen…
yeah their Microwave oven is different….
cooking skill level: Epic Fail
Richard…I envy you ‘-’
“You just have to press the button”…..yeah….right…
“Must… record… for… YouTube!”
$10 says his other foot has a over mit on it for the stove. Don’t ask how that logic works, though!
He. Can. Go. All. The. Way.
How did he hold that pose for… however long it took for Sandra to come see what was taking so long?
Impressive. Silly, but impressive.
“I’ve meddled in forces I can’t comprehend! How could I ever be foolish enough to tamper in Breakfast’s domain?”
That’s what I call a well-balanced breakfast.
That apple… XD
And this is why you shouldnt let men do the cooking, regardless if they are good or not. So women, get back in the kitchen! (Just a joke in case you didn’t get it ^_^)
At first I thought it was a reference to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hy4vPA2HEY4
But now that I found that video, I guess it’s not quite as similar as I thought.
He’s missing a Cat In The Hat Hat.
Sandra help him before he ends up dancing on a ball!
Spontaneity: keeping the plate industry alive and kicking since the 1800s.
@ m is for wolf:
Needs to rhyme! Someone Suess it up!
Darn now I’m up to date whatever will I do when I had previously been reading these comics (I love these comics by the way)
I Love Sandra and Woo =D
I just read (in 3 days) all the strips.
Keep the great work!
Richard North thinks, I must be quick.
He gives the pancakes a gentle flip,
While he is giving the apple a kick.
But the egg perched on his spoon starts to slip.
The apple and that which it’s on, the plate,
Trace out a parabolic path in air,
And almost as if by the hand of fate,
The meal lands on the counter exactly square.
The stack of pancakes, meanwhile
Fly like a Roadrunner cartoon…
The perfect parabola of the pile
Distracts Dad– the egg falls from the spoon.
The egg lands on the pancake stack–
Oh, no, will the fragile egg break?
The egg is cushioned by the pile, no crack–
And then is hit by the flipping pancake.
That settles gently on the pile
And knocks the egg to far side of the pan.
He tilts the pan to drop the stack; meanwhile,
The egg rolls down; Richard thinks, Aw man…
But pancakes indeed slip off the griddle,
Fall down above the plate right by his leg.
As the ovum passes fry pan’s middle,
So Richard tilts the pan more– spins the egg.
New here, and I just read through the archive. Heh, racoon porn.
I think my head almost exploded. XD @ m is for wolf:
The perfect simultaneous flipping of 6 pancakes through the air in the 2nd panel was pretty damned impressive.
OK hang on I’ve been in a situation myself like this when I’ve been doing fast food. OK first things first, hop on one foot towards the counter?
Are you there? Good. Now put down the plate with the stack of pancakes on it then switch the egg from your mouth to your other hand, got it?
OK now roll the egg onto the pan, then for god’s sake kick that apple up to free your other foot! OK now catch that apple before it splats onto the floor, both your feet are free (unless you were using the other foot to fry bacon)
Use your free hand to catch the apple and the plate (throwing the pan up into the air while doing so).
Now all that’s left is the pan and the spare pancake that is no doubt flying in the opposite direction from where the pan is headed not to mention the egg that is probably trying to splat up against the ceiling.
Get Sandra’s help for this, have her grab the pan and the egg while you grab the stack of pancakes and make a sliding save to get the last pancake on the stack.
Now grab the egg and pan from the no doubt at this point speechless Sandra and fry it in the pan.
Congratulations! You saved breakfast and didn’t break a single dish!
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