Clefty gets heftier

This is cool. People love my chubby dude... we're hooked! I drew 3 more today, but massive amounts of end-of-semester work didn't let me color very much. I'm experimenting with posing my not-so stick figure. It's kind of hard.

Toe nails: Really, we're happy the way we are. You don't need to go to all this trouble for us. Honestly, we're just fine. Ah, well. I don't think we're in danger.
Hefty Clefty: ... why couldn't I have been born with a fast metabolism? ....

Dietician: Um, excuse me. Yeah, Emma? Where'd my hand go? And my back pocket? Yeah, can I have those back? I kind of need them. Thanks.
Hefty Clefty: Oh, and while you're at it, could you redo my belly? It looks a bit larger than I want. You know. They say it's bad if you can't see your feet.

My first comic! This is so not happening again. Hefty Clefty isn't the same weight in both pictures. Maybe he snuffed a few Twinkies before the second frame? My dietician looks like Pinocchio.

Tooth: Thank the heavens! I'm free! I am so tired of the taste of hot fudge it isn't even FUNNY!
Hat: Really. You couldn't get a bigger size. In what world do I fit on your head?

Sorry about the name-- it reminds me so much of Justin Bieber! Yuck. (Did you know there's a nail polish line named after him? "One less lonely glitter" and "OMB" are names of colors. It's too lame for words.)

xoxo,
gossip girl