Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Rarebit Fiend - Dream Theater - Niel Jacoby

4 rows, 2 wide panels each.

Panel 1: Our Rarebit Fiend for this installment, a smaller, mousy younger guy, is sitting in a theater seat, somewhat bored. We see him from the side, and we can't see the screen, but we can see that the theater isn't exactly well-populated.

Fiend: OH, THIS FEATURE HAS GONE ON FOR MUCH TOO LONG! I HAVE HALF A MIND TO VACATE THIS SEAT PERMANENTLY.

Panel 2: He is surprised and looking towards the screen.

Screen(OP): OH YEAH? WELL, BUDDY, WE AREN'T EXACTLY ENTHUSED BY AN AUDIENCE LIKE YOURSELF.

Panel 3: He is indignated, pointing a finger at the screen. We can see the face of one of the people onscreen, a sort of pretty boy main character, leaning into frame from above, large as someone on the silver screen would be.

Fiend: I DON'T SEE HOW IT'S MY FAULT THAT YOU'RE NOT ENTERTAINING ME!

Panel 4: Another person from onscreen, a more stereotypical bruiser type, has burst out, and is glaring at the Fiend.

Screen 2: AND I DON' SEE HOW Y'TINK Y'CAN INSULT MY CO-WORKERS AND TINK YOU'LL STAY IN YA PREVIOUS SHAPE!

Screen 1: WHOA, WHOA, THERE'S NO NEED FOR ROUGHHOUSING HERE, GENTLEMEN! LET'S NOT MAKE THIS TOO BIG OF A DEAL!

Panel 5: The bruiser is getting into the face of the main character pretty boy, while the Fiend cringes behind some seats.

Screen 2: I'LL SHOW YA WEAK, YA SLICK-TONGUE SAP!

Panel 6: The bruiser is looking at the Fiend, who has tried to run away, and has been grabbed by the coattails by the bruiser, and is trying to run away, his legs whirling, while the pretty boy looks on, afraid.

Screen 2: AH, DON' TINK I'M DONE UP WIT' YOU, PENCIL-NECK.

Panel 7: bruiser is pulling the Fiend ever closer, while the pretty boy pleads and pleads

SCREEN 2: AAAAH, DAT'S IT, DAT'S IT, DERE WE GO, DERE WE GO

SCREEN: PLEASE NO, THIS DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY, PLEASE!

Panel 8: the Fiend's bed, a simpler wire type of thing. He's fallen on the floor in front of the footboard, face down, his legs tied up in sheets in the bed.

Fiend: OOF, THOSE RAREBITS, THEY MAY WELL DAMAGE MY TEETH MORE THAN THOSE DEATHLY STALE BUISCITS IF I'M NOT CAREFUL.

5 comments:

  1. Nice. You definitely capture the tone and style of McCay and the original strip here.

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  2. As Dan said you truly capture the feel and tone of the classic strips. A wonderful opener for what will be a very interesting week here.

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  3. Absolutely well done. You can easily feel the McKay, and I can see it in his artistic style.

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  4. Oh, this is brilliant, Niel. I'd never read The Rarebit Fiend (heck, I hadn't heard of it) before preparing for this week, but you're love for the strip is clear here. The script is bang on tonally and the situation you offer here is perfect for the type that would come up in the comic.

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    1. Nice to know I turned you on to the strip.

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