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Chronillogical - I've A Smiiile On My *EUGH-KOFF* [[Jen screams at the sky]] / Jen: OH, WHAT THE HELL DID I EVER DO TO YOU?! Freaking UNIVERSE! / Jen: Although... I guess... / Jen: This isn't... SO bad. / [[Jen dances through the rain]] / [[Jen continues dancing in the rain with a big smile on her face]] / [[Green-faced and with a thermometer in...
It's The Anachronistic Hoplite Happy Hour Narrator: Meanwhile, in the exciting world of Roy Sloan... / Roy: "Captain Aeneas, we have intercepted intelligence indicated that Hannibal is planning a surprise attack on our starboard flank!" / Roy: "Go forth, young Hornblower, and tell General Washington that we will require immediate back-up." / [[Roy...
Chronillogical - There's A Hot Pocket In My Rocket Roy: How's the cold? / Jen: Bedder, but I'b thstill a bid congesthed. / Roy: You know what'll pick you up? A nice, toasty hot pocket. / Jen: Yeh, no thakes. I'b tryig to keep "foodbord ildness" off my growig listht of mithfortunes. / Roy: I'm serious! It's a remedy as old as the stars, known by everyone...
That's The Signpost Up Ahead Roy: I will now place the Hot Pocket in the microwave! / Jen: Roy, this is fascinatig. I just wadted you to know that. / Roy: GAZE in amazement as the door SPRINGS FORTH and whoa, what the heck? / Jen: What, what's --- oh, this agaid. / [[Milo enters]] / Milo: Hey guys, Hot Pockets? Hot Pockets, I can...
Future O'Clock Milo: DAMMIT, STANLEY, STOP TOYING WITH ME! SHELVE YOUR MIND GAMES! / Milo: Okay, calm down, Big M. There's a LOGICAL explanation. Jen and Roy are pulling pranks. Right? / Milo: Un ... Unless... / [[Milo rushes towards his lab]] / Milo: *GASP!* / [[Milo holds both Stanleys aloft]] / Milo: THE FUTURE...
 
Wakkadoo [[Jen is awakened from sleep. The clock reads 3:07 AM.]] / Clatter (V.O.): VVVVROP ZOPPO FIZZZ CHUGGA-CHONK WHIZBANG CLANG CLONG / [[Jen walks to the hangar, mumbling to herself. Sound effects continue.]] / Clatter (V.O.): KONG BZZORK POM POM POM FRRRZUNK BEEP BOP WAKKADOO RRK BOINK / Jen: MILO, CAN...
It's Funny, I'm Laughin' Jen: Milo! FELLOW TIME TRAVEL RESEARCHER, here. You think you could have MENTIONED the Frankenstinian physics lab you built? / Milo: You just seemed so busy sulking about and getting sick. But never mind that---look here. / [[Milo holds forth the Stanleys]] / Jen: I---why am I looking at these? / Milo:...
Though It Could Also Be Good Jen: I'm sorry, it's just ... you think this toy is from the FUTURE? Seriously? / Milo: Not THAT one. The OTHER one. / Jen: Yeah? How can you tell? / Milo: The one from the microwave is marked with an 'F'. / The 'F' is for "FUTURE". / Jen: Yes. Clever. / Milo: ALSO, this analyzer thing registered a disturbance...
Break It Down, Dr. Stanley Jen: Okay, so we have a time traveling teddy bear. What can he tell us? / Milo: Don't bother questioning him. I already tried. / Jen: That's not what I--- / Milo: So I says to myself: why would the future send back STANLEY, of all things? What is the SIGNIFICANCE? / Milo: Then it hit me: STANLEY NEUTRINO...
Stanleyocalypse [[Roy is pouring himself some coffee]] / Roy: Whoever invented mornings should be drawn and quartered. And then drawn again. / [[Roy notices a Stanley on the counter.]] / [[Roy notices another Stanley on the hat rack.]] / [[Roy notices another Stanley in the fridge.]] / [[Roy notices another Stanley...
 
Don't ... Turn Around [[Milo and Jen are working hard in the lab]] / Roy (V.O.): WHERE'S THAT GANGLY GREEK / Roy: Milo! Your ursine menagerie has infested my quarters! ERADICATE / them. Jen, good morning. / Milo: You found MORE Stanleys?! / Roy: Your feigned surprise tires me. Just clear them out. I can still feel the unsleeping...
Chronillogical - Quod Erat Demonstrandum Roy: Finish this sentence: my house is inundated with teddy bears BECAUSE... / Milo: The future. / Roy: That doesn't -- what ABOUT the future? / Milo: THEY are from IT. / Roy: Oh, I don't need this scientifical double-talk! / Jen: ROY. The TEDDY BEARS are from the future. / Roy: What, seriously? Am I talking...
Mr. Logic Roy: It is logically impossible for these toys to exist. Therefore, they don't. / Milo: Really? Is he allowed to do that? / Jen: No, he isn't. / Roy: I'll do what I want! It is MY ESTATE. / Jen: A property deed doesn't make you some kind of WIZARD. They won't just vanish in a puff of smoke-- / Roy: JUST...
Chronillogical - Liar, Liar, Pyre On Fire Jen: You know, I just realized: we still have to debug a TON of research. / Milo: Yup yup. Roy'll have to deal with those Stanleys a while yet. / Jen: Yeah, I don't know about Roy. / Milo: How d'ya mean? / Jen: Well, he was OK ignoring the Stanleys at first, but now he just... LOOKS at them. / Milo: That's...
Supra-Canon Theatre Narrator: Thanksgiving Day. 10:05 AM / Jen: I got the turkey! / Roy: I hate that turkey. It's scrawny. / Milo: I can fix that! / Jen: How? / Milo: With SCIENCE! / Jen: More specifically. / Milo: With my ray gun? / Jen: But how---uggh. / [[Roy, Jen, and Milo watch as the turkey is bombarded with rays by Milo's...
 
It's Winter Now Jen: Can you believe Roy wanted to toast in front of a warm fire nursing a hot cup of Earl Grey instead of SHREDDING the HILLS in a TUBULAR TOBOGGAN? / Milo: Yes. / Jen: But he's missing out on all this TOTALLY RAD scenery. DUDE. Like that FRIKKIN' SWEET SNOWMAN. YEAH! / Milo: You are WAY too excited. / Jen:...
It's The Skeleton Guy! [[A skeletal hand erupts from the snowman's face.]] / Jen: ZOMBIEEE! / [[The snowman dissolves. Mr. Skeleton is revealed to be underneath.]] / Milo: Criminy! It's ... MR. SKELETON! / Mr. Skeleton: Aw jeeze, is dis a carrot nose? Oh, those goofy kids. / Mr. Skeleton: Oh hey, well if it ain't my best customer,...
Bigotry For You And Me Mr. Skeleton: OK guys, I better scoot 'n' skedaddle. Thanks for the help back dere. / Milo: Any time, Mr. S! Bye! BYEEE! / Milo: BYYYEEEEE!! / Jen: He can't hear you anymore. / Jen: I don't understand why you like that guy so much. / Milo: How can you NOT? He's MISTER SKELETON! / Jen: See, that's what...
A Toast To Toast! Roy: Welcome back. You have fun freezing to death? / Milo: It was OK until we bumped into Mr. Skeleton. That rocked pretty hard. / Roy: How fortuitous! Everybody likes Mr. Skeleton. / Milo: Not JEN. She thinks he's an ACTUAL SKELETON. Pffsh. / Roy: What? Haven't you read his shirt? / Jen: YES I READ HIS...
Surely, Maya, May I? [[Roy sips a mug.]] / Doorbell: DING DONG! / Jen (O.S.): I've got it! / [[Maya and Jen enter. Something large is strapped to Maya's back.]] / Jen: Roy, do you know Maya? She's in my brass quintet. / Maya: Hi! It's a pleasure. / Roy: OK. / [[Roy points to the large thing]] / Roy: What... is that? / Maya: Oh,...
 
Wonk [[Jen and Maya practice. Roy stands in the doorway.]] / Tuba music: BWOOM THBBBTBTHBT BLURT HURR SPWEE WONK / Roy: AHEM. / Roy: Sorry to INTERRUPT, but I just wanted to say that your music is simply TRANSFIXING. Like a siren's song. / Jen: Really, Roy? Because--- / Roy: Yes! To escape it, I tried filling...
WELL, Milo... Jen: Bye Maya! See you on TUBACHRISTMAS! / Milo: Jen, I've been wondering: just what IS this TUBACHRISTMAS business? / Jen: WELL Milo, take a SEAT and I'll tell ya ALLLL about it! / [[Milo is beside himself in anticipation.]] / [[Jen dons sunglasses and begins to sing.]] / Jen: BUM BUM BUM BUM / TUBACHRISTMAS,...
Woah, Nelly [[Jen and Milo are at Radio Shack]] / Jen: One more time: WHY are we at Radio Shack? / Milo: To take advantage of these FANTASTIC after-Christmas deals! / Jen: Great, I've always wanted two 9-volt batteries for the price of ... one-and-a-half 9-volt batteries. / Milo: Ooh, good eye! / Jen: Sooo ... how...
Smek! Jen: This is unbelievable! / Milo: I know! These prices are INSANE. / Jen: Not the batteries, you boob. I meant---jrr---How did you get the time machine working?! / Milo: Very carefully. / Jen: ... Would you care to elaborate? / Milo: Well, like we talked about: I solved the Stanley equations... / Jen:...
Scream-A-Thon [[Jen and Milo are driving home in Jen's car.]] / Jen: Milo, when you describe your work in Seussian language, it doesn't exactly inspire CONFIDENCE. / Milo: Jen doesn't believe me, alas and alack! Those words that I talked at the Radio Shack. / Jen: I could totally hit you again if you want. / [[Milo...
 
Golly Gosh Gee Whillikers [[Jen and Milo stand by while a tow truck tows Jen's car away.]] / Jen: What was SO INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT that you needed to throw a NEWSPAPER over my HEAD in TRANSIT?! / Milo: Time travel, Jen! TIME TRAVEL. / [[Milo shows the newspaper to Jen.]] / Milo: Here. Look closely. / Jen: What, you---sent this paper...
Taxicab Confessions [[Milo and Jen are riding home in a taxi cab.]] / Milo: So my super-amazing proof of time travel didn't convince you? / Jen: You couldn't convince a brook to babble if it had glossolalia, you thoughtless jerk. / Milo: Wait, how would a brook--- / Jen: But even though your IRONCLAD "PROOF" of time travel...
Poff [[The taxi cab has arrived at the airfield. Jen and Milo exit the cab.]] / Roy: Did you get batteries? My electric top hat is gathering dust in the closet AS WE SPEAK. / Jen: Not now, Roy, I swear to god. / Roy: What's HER problem? / Milo: She's cheesed I got the time machine working, or something. / [[A...
Huh! [[Milo, Roy, and Jen stand in front of the time machine in the lab. A screwdriver sits atop the time machine.]] / Milo: Moment of truth, Milo-Meister. Worst case, the machine flops and your friends disown you. Or it explodes and everyone dies. / [[Milo presses a big red button on a remote.]] / Milo: *Gulp* / [[The...
A New Point Of View Roy: The thing worked! How 'bout that? / Jen: Wuh--not, uh, necessarily. I mean, it still has to reappear. / Milo: Should be 90 seconds, give or take. / Jen: ... Don't you know? / Milo: So, okay. The coordinate targeting system isn't PERFECTLY calibrated. Exactly when and where it might show up is a slightly...
 

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