Something happens here, later in the plot.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
What’s that?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, you’re a student’?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, seriously, you haven’t got enough disposible income to start wasting it on Classic Who DVDs’?
You don’t know me.
You don’t know my life.
You’re not my mother.
You’re my mother.
Does that count?
Is that legitimate grounds to question your life decisions?
That, I grant you, does make me start seriously thinking about my life choices.
This is because I’m only the sidekick again, isn’t it?
Well, I’m sorry not all of us can be the leading man, ma. I’m still a hero. I still have fans.
Of course you do, dear. I’m sure you have lots of fans.
I’m just glad your father isn’t here to see this…
Well, I’m sorry we couldn’t all be Capable Girl.
Y’know, some people like sidekicks more. We work just as hard, and we never get the same credit.
Yes, dear. Of course, dear. All I’m saying is that if you’d worked harder at school you could’ve got into the Superhero Academy instead of the Sidekick Polytech.
But what do I know? I’m just your mother.
You know the test was harder that year. Hardly anyone got in.
You shouldn’t compare yourself to how other people did.
Other people not getting in doesn’t make it any better that you didn’t get in.
Whizz said the test was harder that year. And hir dad’s one of the examiners.
Oh, well, if Whizz says so then it must be true.
You’ve never liked any of my friends.
I just don’t think they’re good for you.
They’re bad influences.
Like that Sable character. I don’t like him; he’s got murderer’s eyes…
He’s a sidekick, ma, not a supervillain.
Hmm, give him a couple of years, I say, and he’ll be excavating beneath a mountain for a subterranean lair, you mark my words.
Oh my God, ma.
Nobody has subterranean lairs these days.
Fine. Moonbases. Volcanic compounds. Whatever.
My meaning is clear.
Whatever.
Don’t you ‘whatever’ me, young man, or I won’t let you go out and fight crime with that nice Mediocrity boy.
I am that Mediocrity boy, ma.
God, you don’t even know your own son’s alter ego.
Great parenting there.
Oh, sorry, dear. It’s proabably the name.
Why didn’t you choose something a little more…superhero-y? Like your friends?
Like Capable Girl, ma?
Like Whizz and Sable?
Yes. Well. I don’t like them but they’ve got good names.
You’re one to talk, ma. The Bickerer?
Really?
Well, it’s good to see the tradition of descriptive alter-ego names is alive and well in this family, Mediocrity.
Ouch.
Y’know, if you’d rather disown me and have Capable Girl as your only heir, go ahead.
Now, don’t overreact, dear, I’m just looking out for what’s best for you.
Of course. Just like dad always did, right?
Don’t you bring your father into this.
I’ll bring whoever I like into this.
What’s that?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, you’re a student’?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, seriously, you haven’t got enough disposible income to start wasting it on Classic Who DVDs’?
You don’t know me.
You don’t know my life.
You’re not my mother.
You’re my mother.
Does that count?
Is that legitimate grounds to question your life decisions?
That, I grant you, does make me start seriously thinking about my life choices.
This is because I’m only the sidekick again, isn’t it?
Well, I’m sorry not all of us can be the leading man, ma. I’m still a hero. I still have fans.
Of course you do, dear. I’m sure you have lots of fans.
I’m just glad your father isn’t here to see this…
Well, I’m sorry we couldn’t all be Capable Girl.
Y’know, some people like sidekicks more. We work just as hard, and we never get the same credit.
Yes, dear. Of course, dear. All I’m saying is that if you’d worked harder at school you could’ve got into the Superhero Academy instead of the Sidekick Polytech.
But what do I know? I’m just your mother.
You know the test was harder that year. Hardly anyone got in.
You shouldn’t compare yourself to how other people did.
Other people not getting in doesn’t make it any better that you didn’t get in.
Whizz said the test was harder that year. And hir dad’s one of the examiners.
Oh, well, if Whizz says so then it must be true.
You’ve never liked any of my friends.
I just don’t think they’re good for you.
They’re bad influences.
Like that Sable character. I don’t like him; he’s got murderer’s eyes…
He’s a sidekick, ma, not a supervillain.
Hmm, give him a couple of years, I say, and he’ll be excavating beneath a mountain for a subterranean lair, you mark my words.
Oh my God, ma.
Nobody has subterranean lairs these days.
Fine. Moonbases. Volcanic compounds. Whatever.
My meaning is clear.
Whatever.
Don’t you ‘whatever’ me, young man, or I won’t let you go out and fight crime with that nice Mediocrity boy.
I am that Mediocrity boy, ma.
God, you don’t even know your own son’s alter ego.
Great parenting there.
Oh, sorry, dear. It’s proabably the name.
Why didn’t you choose something a little more…superhero-y? Like your friends?
Like Capable Girl, ma?
Like Whizz and Sable?
What’s that?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, you’re a student’?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, seriously, you haven’t got enough disposible income to start wasting it on Classic Who DVDs’?
You don’t know me.
You don’t know my life.
You’re not my mother.
You’re my mother.
Does that count?
Is that legitimate grounds to question your life decisions?
That, I grant you, does make me start seriously thinking about my life choices.
This is because I’m only the sidekick again, isn’t it?
Well, I’m sorry not all of us can be the leading man, ma. I’m still a hero. I still have fans.
Of course you do, dear. I’m sure you have lots of fans.
I’m just glad your father isn’t here to see this…
Well, I’m sorry we couldn’t all be Capable Girl.
Y’know, some people like sidekicks more. We work just as hard, and we never get the same credit.
Yes, dear. Of course, dear. All I’m saying is that if you’d worked harder at school you could’ve got into the Superhero Academy instead of the Sidekick Polytech.
But what do I know? I’m just your mother.
You know the test was harder that year. Hardly anyone got in.
You shouldn’t compare yourself to how other people did.
Other people not getting in doesn’t make it any better that you didn’t get in.
Whizz said the test was harder that year. And hir dad’s one of the examiners.
Oh, well, if Whizz says so then it must be true.
You’ve never liked any of my friends.
I just don’t think they’re good for you.
They’re bad influences.
Like that Sable character. I don’t like him; he’s got murderer’s eyes…
He’s a sidekick, ma, not a supervillain.
Hmm, give him a couple of years, I say, and he’ll be excavating beneath a mountain for a subterranean lair, you mark my words.
Oh my God, ma.
Nobody has subterranean lairs these days.
Fine. Moonbases. Volcanic compounds. Whatever.
My meaning is clear.
Whatever.
Don’t you ‘whatever’ me, young man, or I won’t let you go out and fight crime with that nice Mediocrity boy.
I am that Mediocrity boy, ma.
God, you don’t even know your own son’s alter ego.
Great parenting there.
What’s that?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, you’re a student’?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, seriously, you haven’t got enough disposible income to start wasting it on Classic Who DVDs’?
You don’t know me.
You don’t know my life.
You’re not my mother.
You’re my mother.
Does that count?
Is that legitimate grounds to question your life decisions?
That, I grant you, does make me start seriously thinking about my life choices.
This is because I’m only the sidekick again, isn’t it?
Well, I’m sorry not all of us can be the leading man, ma. I’m still a hero. I still have fans.
Of course you do, dear. I’m sure you have lots of fans.
I’m just glad your father isn’t here to see this…
Well, I’m sorry we couldn’t all be Capable Girl.
Y’know, some people like sidekicks more. We work just as hard, and we never get the same credit.
Yes, dear. Of course, dear. All I’m saying is that if you’d worked harder at school you could’ve got into the Superhero Academy instead of the Sidekick Polytech.
But what do I know? I’m just your mother.
You know the test was harder that year. Hardly anyone got in.
You shouldn’t compare yourself to how other people did.
Other people not getting in doesn’t make it any better that you didn’t get in.
Whizz said the test was harder that year. And hir dad’s one of the examiners.
Oh, well, if Whizz says so then it must be true.
You’ve never liked any of my friends.
I just don’t think they’re good for you.
They’re bad influences.
Like that Sable character. I don’t like him; he’s got murderer’s eyes…
He’s a sidekick, ma, not a supervillain.
Hmm, give him a couple of years, I say, and he’ll be excavating beneath a mountain for a subterranean lair, you mark my words.
Oh my God, ma.
Nobody has subterranean lairs these days.
Fine. Moonbases. Volcanic compounds. Whatever.
My meaning is clear.
Whatever.
What’s that?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, you’re a student’?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, seriously, you haven’t got enough disposible income to start wasting it on Classic Who DVDs’?
You don’t know me.
You don’t know my life.
You’re not my mother.
You’re my mother.
Does that count?
Is that legitimate grounds to question your life decisions?
That, I grant you, does make me start seriously thinking about my life choices.
This is because I’m only the sidekick again, isn’t it?
Well, I’m sorry not all of us can be the leading man, ma. I’m still a hero. I still have fans.
Of course you do, dear. I’m sure you have lots of fans.
I’m just glad your father isn’t here to see this…
Well, I’m sorry we couldn’t all be Capable Girl.
Y’know, some people like sidekicks more. We work just as hard, and we never get the same credit.
Yes, dear. Of course, dear. All I’m saying is that if you’d worked harder at school you could’ve got into the Superhero Academy instead of the Sidekick Polytech.
But what do I know? I’m just your mother.
You know the test was harder that year. Hardly anyone got in.
You shouldn’t compare yourself to how other people did.
Other people not getting in doesn’t make it any better that you didn’t get in.
Whizz said the test was harder that year. And hir dad’s one of the examiners.
What’s that?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, you’re a student’?
What d’you mean ‘Franky, seriously, you haven’t got enough disposible income to start wasting it on Classic Who DVDs’?
You don’t know me.
You don’t know my life.
You’re not my mother.
You’re my mother.
Does that count?
Is that legitimate grounds to question your life decisions?
That, I grant you, does make me start seriously thinking about my life choices.
This is because I’m only the sidekick again, isn’t it?
Well, I’m sorry not all of us can be the leading man, ma. I’m still a hero. I still have fans.
Of course you do, dear. I’m sure you have lots of fans.
I’m just glad your father isn’t here to see this…
Well, I’m sorry we couldn’t all be Capable Girl.
Y’know, some people like sidekicks more. We work just as hard, and we never get the same credit.
Yes, dear. Of course, dear. All I’m saying is that if you’d worked harder at school you could’ve got into the Superhero Academy instead of the Sidekick Polytech.
But what do I know? I’m just your mother.
You know the test was harder that year. Hardly anyone got in.
HEY CAPABLE GIRL
I FOUND A MASK
AM I A REAL SUPERHERO YET
jackpendragon asked: Can I be Captain Mediocrity, or is that position already taken? If so, I’ll happily settle for Clueless Boy.
You can totes be Captain Mediocrity. And Frankie can be our arch nemesis, The Bickerer.
She’s not actually evil. She just gives us stern and/or exasperated looks when our attempts to save the world go hideously wrong.
I would like to rebuke this, thusly:
I am evil. I have an evil laugh, and everything.
Whatever, mom.
Don’t make me send you to your room, young man.
Make me, ma.
“Look, I have a world to save…”
“Oh of course, every single time I ask you to do one thing its “oh I have to save the world”
“You’re embarrassing me in front of the villains! We’ll talk about this later”
“No, we’ll talk about this now”You two are so stubborn. Just like your father, the pair of you…
Don’t you dare mention my father! You don’t know my father!
Your father doesn’t even know your father, Capable Girl.
I’m your mother and even I’m confused by this.
I think you just winked into existance.
We did.
Did you not read the first issue?
(Source: froyo-swaggins)
jackpendragon asked: Can I be Captain Mediocrity, or is that position already taken? If so, I’ll happily settle for Clueless Boy.
You can totes be Captain Mediocrity. And Frankie can be our arch nemesis, The Bickerer.
She’s not actually evil. She just gives us stern and/or exasperated looks when our attempts to save the world go hideously wrong.
I would like to rebuke this, thusly:
I am evil. I have an evil laugh, and everything.
Whatever, mom.
Don’t make me send you to your room, young man.
Make me, ma.
“Look, I have a world to save…”
“Oh of course, every single time I ask you to do one thing its “oh I have to save the world”
“You’re embarrassing me in front of the villains! We’ll talk about this later”
“No, we’ll talk about this now”Can this please be a thing.
Like. If any of our followers are artistically inclined…
comics
or fic
or anything, really
THAT WOULD BE AMAZING
CAN I HAVE A CAPE?
(Source: froyo-swaggins)
jackpendragon asked: Can I be Captain Mediocrity, or is that position already taken? If so, I’ll happily settle for Clueless Boy.
You can totes be Captain Mediocrity. And Frankie can be our arch nemesis, The Bickerer.
She’s not actually evil. She just gives us stern and/or exasperated looks when our attempts to save the world go hideously wrong.
I would like to rebuke this, thusly:
I am evil. I have an evil laugh, and everything.
Whatever, mom.
Don’t make me send you to your room, young man.
Make me, ma.
“Look, I have a world to save…”
“Oh of course, every single time I ask you to do one thing its “oh I have to save the world”
“You’re embarrassing me in front of the villains! We’ll talk about this later”
“No, we’ll talk about this now”You two are so stubborn. Just like your father, the pair of you…
Don’t you dare mention my father! You don’t know my father!
Your father doesn’t even know your father, Capable Girl.
