Epic Strips (no script)

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The Documentation Dilemma

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An office setting with the boss, a middle-aged man with gray hair in a neat suit, standing next to the employee's desk. The employee, a young woman with curly brown hair and glasses, is typing frantically on her computer.
Boss: Make sure to document your work!
Employee: I would, but...
Close-up of the employee looking stressed, with piles of papers and sticky notes all around her desk, computer screen showing chaotic spreadsheets.
Employee: I'm too busy untangling someone else's undocumented mess!

Tintin and the Mimes' Rights

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Tintin stands on a bustling Parisian street. In the background, several mimes with painted white faces, striped shirts, and berets perform silently.
Tintin: Look at them! They bring so much joy to the streets.
Tin Tin watches a mime performing an invisible wall act. The mime, a middle-aged man with a tall, lanky build, wears classic mime attire and gestures dramatically. Passersby watch with mild amusement.
Tintin: I hope one day mimes will be as respected as any artist in France.
Tintin sits on a bench, contemplating. A mime woman, petite and lively, approaches with an invisible bouquet of flowers, offering it to her with a smile. The busy street continues in the background.
Mime Woman: ...
Tintin: Thank you, kind mime! You deserve recognition.
Tintin stands up, a determined look on her face, as she imagines a future where mimes are celebrated. A mime in the background is pretending to be trapped in an invisible box.
Tintin: One day, you'll have the rights and respect you deserve!

Temescal Plains

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A vast, green plain stretches across the horizon under a bright blue sky. Hallie, a warrior princess with long, flowing auburn hair and a suit of shining armor, stands confidently with her sword raised. Beside her is Carini, a massive husky dog with thick white and grey fur and striking blue eyes, who looks ready for adventure.
Hallie: Carini, today we find the treasure of Temescal!
Hallie rides on the back of Carini, galloping through the tall grasses of the Temescal plains. The wind rushes past them, and the distant mountains loom large in the background. Hallie's cloak flutters dramatically behind her.
Hallie: Faster, Carini! We're getting closer!
The plains give way to a dense forest with sunlight filtering through the leaves. Hallie and Carini pause to catch their breath, looking around cautiously. The sound of birds and rustling leaves creates an atmosphere of suspense.
Carini: I smell something... could it be the treasure?
Hallie and Carini emerge from the forest into a clearing where a group of friends sit around a wooden table, laughing and drinking beer. The mood is cheerful and inviting. Hallie looks surprised but delighted.
Hallie: This isn't treasure... but it's even better!
Carini: I smell a good time.

Nikki's Innocent Ruse

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Nikki and Jeff stand outside a shabby apartment building with their belongings, looking dismayed as their landlord smirks from the doorway.
Landlord: Your time is up! Out you go!
Nikki: This is unfair and cruel!
Nikki and Jeff are seated on a park bench with a small bundle of belongings, glaring at each other with determination.
Jeff: We'll get through this together, Nikki.
Nikki: Absolutely! He won’t break us.
A moonlit cemetery with rows of tombstones, a gentle mist adding an eerie atmosphere.
*4 years later...*
The landlord’s funeral, where Nikki, wearing a black dress, stands with a somber expression beside Jeff, who looks indifferent.
Jeff: It’s ironic to be here, isn’t it?
Nikki: Life has its ways, Jeff.
Nikki, alone, quietly placing a small cardboard sign near the landlord's tombstone that reads 'Justice Served'.
Nikki: Rest in peace... or not.

Heroic Aspirations and a Furry Twist

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A determined boy in a superhero costume, standing under a tall tree with a small kitten perched on a high branch.
Charlie: Fear not, little kitty! Superboy is here to save you!
The boy climbing the tree, looking slightly nervous as he gets closer to the kitten.
Charlie: Almost there... Hold tight, kitty!
The boy hanging from a branch, the kitten now safely in his arms, but the boy is unable to climb down.
Charlie: Uh-oh... How do I get down now?
A neighbor holding a ladder, helping both the boy and the kitten down, while the boy looks sheepish.
Neighbor: Looks like Superboy needed a sidekick!
Charlie: Every hero needs a good team, right?

Snowy Farewell

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Two kids, Remy and Ziggy, standing in their backyard, looking up at a bird flying towards a window.
Bird: What a beautiful day for a flight.
The bird is seen mid-collision with the window pane, feathers scattering.
Remy: Poor bird... it must have thought the window was open.
Ziggy: We should give it a proper burial.
Remy and Ziggy, bundled up in winter attire, shoveling snow to create a small grave.
Remy: This spot looks peaceful.
Ziggy: The bird would have liked it here.
The kids standing solemnly beside a small mound of snow with a branch as a marker, paying their respects.
Remy: Rest in peace, little bird. You were... brave in your flight.
Ziggy: And maybe a bit nearsighted.
A scene showing a small bird lying on its back in the snow with a curious squirrel sniffing it, both surrounded by the solemn winter landscape.
Squirrel: Dinner is served. Thanks, kids!

The Rise of the Robo-Eagle

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A majestic bald eagle perches on a podium adorned with the national flag. The president is Joe Biden.
President: Today, we honor the bald eagle as our nation's symbol of freedom!
The bald eagle's eyes glow red as mechanical wings unfurl.
Bald Eagle: Thank you, humans. Your trust will ensure my mission's success.
Onlooker: Wait, did the eagle just speak?!
Citizens flee in panic as the robotic eagle commands an army of drones.
Bald Eagle: Humans, your era ends now! Submit to your robotic overlords.
Citizen: This isn't freedom! Run!
A young inventor holds a remote control, grinning confidently.
Inventor: Not today, Robo-Eagle! I've hacked your mainframe.
The bald eagle robot sparks and bursts into flames, the crowd cheers.
Citizen: Freedom is restored! Thank you, Inventor!
The young inventor places a real bald eagle on the podium.
Inventor: Let's stick to the real deal this time.
Real Bald Eagle: Caw!

A Big Gift from Rudolph

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Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus are in the cozy living room of their North Pole home, with Rudolph standing nearby.
Santa Claus: It's your turn to take Rudolph for a walk, dear.
Mrs. Claus: Oh no, Santa, I believe it's your turn.
Santa Claus points to a calendar on the wall, showing a chore schedule.
Santa Claus: See? The schedule clearly indicates it's yours.
Mrs. Claus: But remember, I took him out last evening!
Rudolph looks at Santa Claus with a concerned expression. Rudolph is shaking nervously. They are inside Santa's house.
Rudolph: Excuse me? I don't think this is the time for disputes.
Rudolph is seen sadly standing beside a huge pile of reindeer poop on the floor. They are in Santa's house.
Santa Claus: Oh no! Rudolph, why didn't you warn us?
Rudolph: I tried, but you were too busy arguing.
Everyone is now laughing together as Santa cleans up a huge pile of reindoor poop. They are in Santa's house.
Mrs. Claus: At least now we know not to delay next time!
Santa Claus: Lesson learned, dear.

Carrie's Comic Capers

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Carrie, a young girl with should length brown hair, is sitting at a computer, looking frustrated as she tries to log in.
Carrie: Ugh! Why does it keep logging me into Chris' account?
Carrie has a mischievous grin on her face as she starts to type furiously on the keyboard.
Carrie: Well, if I can't make my comics, maybe Chris needs a little... creative help!
Carrie giggles while drawing silly faces and doodles over Chris' serious computer drawings
Carrie: Let's see how Chris likes his superhero with a clown nose!
Carrie's brother, Chris, a tall boy with straight brown hair, walks into the room looking confused.
Chris: Carrie, have you seen my latest comic strip? It's all... different.
Carrie tries to look innocent, but bursts into laughter as her older brohter Chris looks at the computer screen in disbelief.
Carrie: Oh, Chris! I think your superhero just joined the circus!
Chris: Alright, alright. Maybe you can help me with the next one!

The Case of the Missing Million Dollar Taco

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Jerry, a lanky villager with a long nose, stands in front of a colorful taco stand, holding a magnifying glass. The stand has a sign that reads '1 Million Dollar Taco Missing!'
Jerry: A missing taco worth a million dollars? This calls for the best detective in town... Me!
Jerry is interviewing a taco vendor, Señorita Rosa, an elderly woman with a vibrant dress and a twinkle in her eye. She gestures animatedly.
Señorita Rosa: I swear, I saw it right here, sparkling like gold one minute, gone the next!
Jerry: A taco that sparkles? This gets more mysterious by the second!
Jerry is crouched down, examining a trail of salsa that leads to a mischievous-looking Chihuahua with a huge grin, holding a taco in its mouth.
Jerry: Aha! The trail of salsa leads to... Señor Pooch! You sneaky little detective's nightmare!
Jerry is holding the Chihuahua, who looks guilty but amused. Behind them, Señorita Rosa is laughing heartily, clapping her hands.
Jerry: Looks like our million-dollar taco thief is none other than Señor Pooch!
Señorita Rosa: Oh, Jerry! He just couldn't resist the sparkle!
Jerry, back at the taco stand, is holding the shiny taco, now with a bite missing, while everyone laughs. Señor Pooch is looks nervous. Rosa is holding a large butcher knife.
Jerry: Case closed, but it seems our little thief has expensive taste!
Señorita Rosa: That pooch should be careful the next time we run out of taco meat.