Pennsy looked really bereft. I couldn’t take the sad looks being sent my direction. So…

The comics ended up on my messy futon, right where they had started.

And Pennsy got that comic box.

Now both Terrible Naughties are happy and I have the same problem about storing my comics that I began with. Obviously I should have purchased FOUR comics boxes.

The saga of the comic box continues. Now it’s getting a little Cricket Coppereyes action.

The Terrible Naughties understand that they have the right of first refusal on everything that comes into this house.