A teen scene from the 1980's! From sketch- To finished painting- To video!

 Robert Crumb is the best.

 A WebToon comic about an American hyena named Kathy Grrsn who discovers she is related to African royalty. This comic by K D Nightstar is full of adventure and fun with clever word play along for the ride! She is accompanied on this journey by her sister Sandy and Lieutenant Frederick Kruger (not THAT Freddy Kruger),who later becomes her love interest. It is nice to see hyenas portrayed as the main characters here instead of as evil or silly second-hand characters. Since it seems my link is not working,just go to WebToons and type in the title-well worth the read! A fun little fan-made video with some art from the strip!

`Consider your verdict,' the King said to the jury. `Not yet, not yet!' the Rabbit hastily interrupted. `There's a great deal to come before that!' `Call the first witness,' said the King; and the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and called out, `First witness!' The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in one hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. `I beg pardon, your Majesty,' he began, `for bringing these in: but I hadn't quite finished my tea when I was sent for.' Mad Hatter arrives hastily in court to testify `You ought to have finished,' said the King. `When did you begin?' The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into the court, arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. `Fourteenth of March, I think it was,' he said. `Fifteenth,' said the March Hare. `Sixteenth,' added the Dormouse. `Write that down,' the King said to the jury, and the j

The children pressed to each other like so many roses, so many weeds, intermixed, peering out for a look at the hidden sun. It rained. It had been raining for seven years; thousand upon thousands of days compounded and filled from one end to the other with rain, with the drum and gush of water, with the sweet crystal fall of showers and the concussion of storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the islands. A thousand forests had been crushed under the rain and grown up a thousand times to be crushed again. And this was the way life was forever on the planet Venus, and this was the schoolroom of the children of the rocket men and women who had come to a raining world to set up civilization and live out their lives. “It’s stopping, it’s stopping!” “Yes, yes!” Margot stood apart from these children who could never remember a time when there wasn’t rain and rain and rain. They were all nine years old, and if there had been a day, seven years ago, when the sun came out for an hour a