If you’ve been following the news on coronavirus you’ve probably read by now the most likely source is a “wet market” in China where one can buy bats, turtles, porcupines, and other wild goodies to take home and toss in the wok.
I’m sure most Grinsane readers have seen enough horror movies to know that eating bats is a bad idea, both physically and spiritually. Unfortunately now there’s a true horror threatening the globe as coronavirus spreads.
It seems like the Chinese authorities are doing everything they can to clamp down on the virus (as well as any cartoons about the virus that they deem offensive). Hopefully the global health organizations that train rigorously for this kind of thing can stamp out this outbreak soon and in the future let the bats fly, not fry.
Before supersonic bat travel, the only way for a New World vampire to visit relatives in Transylvania was by coffin over stormy seas. But now with Vampire Airlines, visiting the Old World is now only a short red eye flight away (daytime travel is shunned, for obvious reasons).
Beverage Service, Movies, and More
Vampire Airlines provides all the amenities you would expect from a first class carrier. All flights come with unlimited Bloody Marys (prepared with real Mary) and in-flight vampire movies. What are you waiting for – go visit Grandpa and Grandma Nosferatu in the Old Country today!
Tennis rackets, butterfly nets, crossbows… really, anytime a vampire goes batty he or she is rolling the dice. But these dangers are nothing compared to the common cats found creeping around any castle. To a cat, bats are the crack cocaine version of birds.
When it comes to cats, the difference on whether you are the food bringer or the food itself is a matter of size. Vampires, for your own safety, make sure the cat is another room before going airborne. Although you may not die from getting snatched from the air by your own feline friend, getting tossed around as a cat toy until the cat grows weary of you is never a fun experience.
Thanks for visiting Grinsane! I’ve got several strange new toons brewing in the lab right now, check back next week to see ’em.
The answer of course is ghosts, witches, giant bats, the Grim Reaper, and ancient missing warplanes flying around the earth on eternal bombing missions. Why don’t we hear more about this stuff? Because what happens at the Cheyenne Mountain Halloween Party stays at Cheyenne Mountain Halloween Party. Incidentally, any mountain named “Cheyenne” definitely has some Indian graves underneath, which might help to explain the high levels of supernatural activity that occur there.
Certainly all that fancy pants equipment detects some interesting stuff. Based on countless TV shows and movies about ghosts, it doesn’t take much more than a old TV or a transistor radio to pull in communications from the Other Side. Heck, even an old board game from Parker Brothers will do the trick. Now imagine having the Hubble Telescope of spirit detection sitting at your fingertips. The place should be renamed to Witch Mountain.
AIR FORCE WINGS
In case you are wondering about the eagles, there is no great mystery there. Just as the Navy has attempted to utilize dolphins in the defense of our country (by blowing them up, the jerks), these birds work for the Air Force — killing fish, making horrible screeching noises, and symbolizing patriotism.
Just a few more days till Halloween! Do you have your Silver Shamrock mask ready? (there is a reference to that reference in this cartoon, BTW). There may be an extra cartoon next week if I find some extra time and work efficiently, otherwise, Happy Halloween and see you in November for another horror comedy comic from Grinsane!
I tried a couple versions with captions for this one, but ultimately decided let the bats squeak for themselves.
What’s the deal with bats sleeping upside down, or right side up, or vertical instead of horizontal, you know what I mean, anyway? Have you ever been camping and found yourself in the unfortunate situation of having your head lower than your body? It’s a great way to wake up with a headache. On the other hand, sleeping while hanging from one’s ears can’t be very satisfying either.
It must have something to do with feeding on human blood.
Just kidding. Bats don’t really do that, at least not very often. And if they didn’t, vampires would go extinct, so consider the ecological implications the next time you start accusing bats as being bloodsuckers.