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| GPF Archive: Monday, June 30, 2003 | A TRAP?! HOW DO YOU KNOW? / CLICK!
/ WHIRRR... / WHOOM! / JUST A HUNCH.
/ CLICK! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030630.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, July 1, 2003 | COUGH
/ HACK
/ GASP
/ COUGH
/ GET UP, DEAD MEAT. / THE DOCTOR HAS BEEN EXPECTING YOU...
/ I'LL BET HE HAS... / WHAT TIPPED YOU OFF ABOUT THE TRAP?
/ REALLY, #12. YOU DON'T WATCH ENOUGH TV. WHERE EVER MARY ANN GOES... / ...GINGER IS SURE TO FOLLOW... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030701.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, July 2, 2003 | ARE THE PRISONERS SECURE?
/ YES, BUT THIS ONE KNEW ABOUT YOUR DOUBLE-AGENT STATUS...
/ HOW?! / QUITE SIMPLE, REALLY. WHAT TIPPED ME OFF WAS THE ASSASSIN AT THE DOCK. THE EMBLEM ON HIS ARM WAS A PHOENIX, WHICH JUST HAPPENS TO BE THE EMBLEM OF AN ELITE ARM OF MI5, THE BRITISH SECRET SERVICE. I SUSPECT HE WAS THERE TO ASSASSINATE YOU, NOT US, BUT I PLAYED ALONG LONG ENOUGH TO FOLLOW YOU TO THE BASE. / HRMPH. LUCKY GUESS...
/ AND AN UNSHIELDED NUCLEAR REACTOR JUST OFF THE FLORIDA COAST? NEFARIOUS IS NUTS, BUT NOT STUPID... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030702.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, July 3, 2003 | THE PRISONERS, DOCTOR...
/ EXCELLENT! WELCOME TO MY LAIR, JAMES BAUD! / I WAS SO HOPING THAT WHEN THE UGA FINALLY TRACKED ME DOWN, IT WOULD BE YOU THEY SENT AFTER ME. I'M SO GLAD THEY DIDN'T DISAPPOINT... / AND WHO'S THIS DELICIOUS LITTLE MORSEL? ANOTHER AGENT, OR JUST YOUR FLING OF THE WEEK?
/ MY HANDS MAY BE BOUND, BUT I CAN STILL BITE THAT CARROT OFF YOUR FACE... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030703.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, July 4, 2003 | OOH... I LIKE MY WOMEN FEISTY, AS GINGER AND MARY ANN CAN ATTEST...
/ WHAT'S YOUR PLAN, NEFARIOUS? / PLAN? WHO SAID I HAD A PLAN? I WAS HERE, MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, LAYING LOW, WHEN I FIND OUT I'VE BEEN TRACKED BY THE UGA. WHAT MAKES YOU ASSUME I HAVE A PLAN? / YOU'RE AN EVIL MAD SCIENTIST, NEFARIOUS. YOU ALWAYS HAVE A DIABOLICAL PLAN.
/ HOW IGNORANT AND STEREOTYPICAL! YOU DISCRIMINATE AGAINST ME SO CALLOUSLY... / UM, WE'RE SORRY. WE DIDN'T MEAN TO--
/ NEVER MIND THAT I'M STILL TRYING TO CONCOCT MY NEXT PLAN. CAN'T RUSH GENIUS, YOU KNOW... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030704.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, July 5, 2003 | Nefarious: Sigh, this has been fun, but I really don't have time to entertain. Ginger! Mary Ann! Feed them to the sharks! / Fooker: I wouldn't gloat so quickly, Nefarious! We'll all be dead long before your sharks even start to drool.
/ Nefarious: Is that so? / Nefarious: Perhaps your tracking device will lead the UGA here? I don't think so! My girls searched you thorougly, and if you had one, they would have found it! / Fooker: Really? They didn't seem to find the bomb on me that will explode any minute... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030705.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, July 6, 2003 | [[Fooker is in Dr. Nefarious' underwater base with Agent #12, Ginger, and Mary Ann]]
/ Agent #12, Ginger, Mary Ann: Bomb?!
/ Dr. Nefarious: This is ludicrous! / Dr. Nefarious: You have no bomb! As I said, my girls would have found one if you did! You're stalling for time!
/ Fooker: Am I now? / Fooker: I knew about Mary Ann's double cross, so I swallowed an explosive pill. Once my stomach acid dissolves the case, we'll all be in Davey Jones' locker. / Dr. Nefarious: I fail to see what this has to do with a Monkee, but you're bluffing! The UGA has no such technology!
/ Fooker: Care to call my bluff? / [[Dr. Nefarious looks away from Fooker for a moment]] / Dr. Nefarious: Heh... girls, stuff him into the torpedo tube instead...
/ Fooker: (thinking) Um, that sort of backfired... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030706.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, July 7, 2003 | [[Fooker, Agent #12, Ginger, Mary Ann, and Dr. Nefarious are in Dr. Nefarious' underwater base]]
/ Dr. Nefarious: Load him into the torpedo tube, girls!
/ Fooker: (thinking) I've got one chance... / Fooker: Omigosh! It's the Professor in a thong!
/ Ginger, Mary Ann: Where?! / [[Fooker slams into Ginger and Mary Ann when they look away]] / Agent #12: "The Professor in a thong?"
/ Fooker: I figured it would work better than Mrs. Howell in one... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030707.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, July 8, 2003 | [[Mary Ann and Ginger are unconscious in the foreground, as Fooker speaks to Dr. Nefarious.]]
/ Fooker: The hired help is out cold, Nefarious. Time for you to surrender... / [[Dr. Nefarious holds Agent #12 by the arm, his other heavily gloved hand holding a sea urchin.]]
/ Nefarious: Is that so? It seems I still have one ace in the hole... / Nefarious: The spines of this sea urchin contain some of the deadliest toxins on earth! One step closer and your lady friend is history! / [[Agent #12 rolls her eyes]]
/ Agent #12: Held hostage by a water-logged pin cushion...
/ Fooker: Talk about your bad sushi... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030708.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, July 9, 2003 | {{In this comic, Maddie is wearing a bikini, and both Fooker and dr. Nefarious a bermuda short and blouse}} / [[In the left of the panel, Fooker is looking angrily at Dr. Nefarious, who is holding a bound Maddie hostage with a poisonous sea-urchin in his gloved hand]]
/ Dr. Nefarious: Now, my dear, you will watch helplessly as James Baud meets his untimely demise... / [[Shot of Maddie bashing Dr. Nefarious back with her body. Dr. Nefarious lets the sea-urchin fall, and it flies through the air. Also, the doctor bumps into a small lever, which goes "clik"]]
/ < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030709.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, July 10, 2003 | [[Fooker and Agent #12 are back to back, untying each other's bonds.]]
/ Fooker: Nefarious activated something with his butt...
/ Agent #12: I don't want to stick around to find ou--OW! / Fooker: What happened?
/ Agent #12: The sea urchin... I-I think I stepped on it... / [[Agent #12's face is dripping with sweat.]]
/ Agent #12: My foot... Feels like its on fire...
/ Fooker: With luck, the doc kept some antidote around... / [[An empty lab with just the urchin and a glove on the floor. Agent #12's voice is slightly wavery.]]
/ Agent #12: No time... He's gone! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030710.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, July 11, 2003 | [[We see Dr. Nefarious' underwater base from outside, a mini-submarine containing Dr. Nefarious speeding away, while the shapes of Fooker and Maddie are visible inside, behind a window. Maddie's speech is weak due to her poisoning (unsteady lines for her text-balloon)]]
/ Fooker: Nefarious is escaping that submersible!
/ Maddie: We have to... go after him! / [[the shot focuses on Fooker and Maddie, inside the base. Maddie is convulsing with pain from the sea-urchin poison and sweating heavily. Fooker is beside her]]
/ Fooker: Not in you condition! The toxins...
/ Maddie: No time! He activated the... self-destruct... sequence! / [[Close-up of Maddie, sweating like mad, slightly opening her eyes and looking at Fooker]]
/ Maddie: There's another... submersible. Go after... him. Leave me... I'm expendable... / [[Fooker is carrying Maddie away. Maddie is hanging like putty in Fooker's arms, already weakened by the poison. In the background we see the ominous lever that activated the self-destruct]]
/ Fooker: No doin', Maddie. You're coming with me... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030711.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, July 12, 2003 | < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030712.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, July 13, 2003 | [[A wide shot of a large sailing boat, the "Bluepeace", sailing across a turquoise sea. A few figures can be seen on the boat]]
/ Sir: Blast it! Where ARE they? Our sources said they'd be here! / [[On the boat, we see two people, one stereotypical hippie, long hair, beard and a shirt with every color of the rainbow, and one blonde girl in red bikini. The man is scanning the horizon with a pair of binoculars]]
/ Blonde: No sign of them, Sir. We've been out here for days, and we're running out of tofu. Perhaps we should turn back.
/ Sir: Grrrr... / [[On the other side of "Sir" we see two more people, one surfer dude without a shirt on, and one African with a bright green crewcut, sunglasses and a blue shirt. "Sir" is still holding the binoculars]]
/ Surfer: All the oil tankers are double-hulled now, and off-shore dumping is no longer in vogue.
/ African: We're losing eco-terrorists to fight... / [["Sir" is grabbing the African man by the shirt and shaking him vigorously, looking angry. "Surfer" is pinching his nose in disgust of a smell]]
/ Sir: Is that APATHY I smell on you, son? We must NEVER give up the fight to save Mother Earth from mankind's environmental rape!
/ Surfer: Apathy? Smells more like HEMP... / [[A large plume of water is hurled up besides the boat, an underwater explosion... "Sir", still holding the African, looks shocked, with a twitch in his face.]]
/ < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030713.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, July 14, 2003 | [[Nefarious' submersible surfaces near the eco-terrorist hunters' boat]]
/ < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030714.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, July 15, 2003 | [[Fooker and Maddie are in Nefarious' submersible]]
/ Fooker: We're on the surface. Now we have to find Nefarious... / [[Nefarious and the anti-eco-terrorists can be seen in the background]]
/ Fooker: Ah, there he is! And it looks like he's in enough trouble as it is! We'll let him have his fun for now. / [[Maddie can be seen lying unconscious on the ground]]
/ Fooker: Now, let's get you to a hospital on shore. How are you feeling, Maddie? / Fooker: MADDIE?! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030715.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, July 16, 2003 | [[Blackout]]
/ Fooker: Maddie?
/ Fooker: Wake up, Maddie. / [[blurred, two figures visible]]
/ Fooker: Hey, there, pretty lady. How you doin'?
/ Maddie(Agent 12): Wh-Where am I? / [fooker standing at bedside of Maddie, who has an IV drip]]
/ Fooker: Hospital outside of Miami. That poison really hit you hard. You've been out for several hours.
/ Maddie(Agent 12): Ugh... My head... / [[Maddie seems to be attempting to stand]]
/ Fooker: No doin', M. Doc said bed rest for the next few days. No more breakdancing down the hall for you.
/ Maddie: Haha. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030716.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, July 17, 2003 | [[Agent #12 is sitting up in a hospital bed. Fooker is in a chair by her side. An IV bottle is visible on the right.]]
/ Agent #12: What happened to Nefarious?
/ Fooker: He was picked up by a Bluepeace ship, which thought he was an eco-terrorist. / Fooker: Eventually, the Coast Guard convinced them to hand him over, and he's currently in FBI custody.
/ [[Dr. Nefarious grimaces as he is handcuffed by an angry-looking Coast Guardsman. Bluepeace members look on disapprovingly, one with crossed arms.]] / [[Back in the hospital room]]
/ Agent #12: And you brought me here, didn't you?
/ Fooker: Fast as I could. Haven't left your side except to update Amadeus. / Agent #12: That's really ... sweet of you ...
/ Fooker: Hope you don't mind, but I ate your Jell-O ... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030717.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, July 18, 2003 | [[In a hospital. Maddie O'Hara is sitting up in a hospital bed. An I.V. is in her arm. She is talking to Jason "Fooker" Barker, who is off-panel]]
/ Maddie: Than you, #6... Jason. You saved my life back there, and brought Nefarious to justice. That was excellent. / Maddie: On top of that, you've always treated me with respect, aside from your jokes. Not even my parents--biological or adoptive--ever saw in me as much as you do. / Maddie: I've been wrong about you Jason. You're a great agent, and I'm starting to see you as a great friend. In fact, we should have a few days in Florida...What do you say to spending some time... / [[Fooker has fallen asleep in the chair next to her]]
/ Fooker: < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030718.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, July 19, 2003 | [[Maddie is sitting in a hospital bed. A nurse is standing next to her. A heart monitor is beeping away]]
/ Nurse: You're doing fine, Ma'am. You should be discharged in a few hours...
/ Maddie: Thanks.
/ < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030719.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, July 20, 2003 | [[Fred is pecking at his key board, sitting on his desk, talking on his head set. Trent walks by the open dorway from right to left and glares.]] / [[Fred turns to see who's there but Trent is gone.]] / [[Dexter appears on the left side of the door way and watches stealthfully]] / [[Fred turns to see who's there but Dexter is gone.]] / [[Dexter moves to the right side of the door and watches less stealthfully while Trent reappears on the left and watches. Both stare fixedly at poor Fred]] / [[Fred swivels his primary pseudopod around and catches them]]
/ Fred screams: WHAT!?
/ Trent snaps at Dexter: I TOLD you not to be so conspicuous...
/ Dexter: Sorry... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030720.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, July 21, 2003 | [[Fred is speaking with Dexter and Trent]]
/ Fred: Is there something you two want? I have work to do... / Trent whispers: It asked you a question...
/ Dexter whispers: It asked _us_ a question... / [[Dexter and Trent grow angry]]
/ Trent whispers: Well, _answer_ it, you tub of lard..
/ Dexter whispers: _You_ answer it, Pinocchio... / [[Fred puts a pseudopod at his "head"]]
/ Fred: Something tells me this is going to be a _long_ day...
/ Trent whispers: It's getting mad at you.
/ Dexter whispers: No, _you_. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030721.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, July 22, 2003 | [[Fred is wearing a headset and is facing Trent and Dexter]]
/ Fred: All right, that's it. You two came to gawk at the talking slime mold, huh? Let's get a few things straight... / Fred: This is a place of business, not a freak show. We all have a job to do, and mine is just as legitimate as both of yours. / Fred: Dwayne hired me to handle tech support. If you have a problem with that, take it up with him. Otherwise, get out of my cytoplasm before I tell him about your species harassment. / [[Dexter salutes]]
/ Fred: Am I making myself perfectly clear?
/ Dexter: Yes, sir! Mr. Slime Mold, sir! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030722.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, July 23, 2003 | [[Fred, Ki, and Nick are eating lunch]]
/ Nick: Darn... Bologna and cheese again...
/ Ki: Nick, you pack your own lunch.
/ Nick: I know, but I'm still hopeful... / Ki: What are you having there, Fred?
/ Fred: Persephone packed me some fermented pickle juice and moldy lasagna. Want to try some?
/ Ki: Um, no thanks. / [[Dexter arrives]]
/ Fred: Oh, it's you again. What do you want this time? The next freak show isn't until after lunch. / Dexter: Um, can I speak with mister slime mold... Alone?
/ Fred: Private shows cost extra. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030723.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, July 24, 2003 | [[Dexter and Fred are talking privately]]
/ Fred: Make this fast, macro sapien, before my lasagna has a higher IQ than I do...
/ Dexter: I wanted to apologize, Mr. Mold, sir. / Dexter: I didn't mean to gawk and stare like I have recently. Even in team meetings I've avoided talking to you because I didn't know the best way to react around you. / Dexter: You see, I've never met a sentient non-human life form before, and as often as I've dreamed of such an event, I've never been fully prepared. / Dexter: So... I wanted to properly initiate first contact...
/ Fred: (thinking) Great scott... All it does think about is "Star Trek"... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030724.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, July 25, 2003 | [[Fred and Dexter are talking, Dexter extends his arm]]
/ Fred: First off, let's can the trekkie quotes. Secondly, unless you want my slime all over you, I don't shake hands.
/ Dexter: Um, sorry. / Fred: Dexter -- that is your name, right? Just act normally. Treat me as you would any of your coworkers, and we'll get along fine. Just don't sit on me in the conference room. / Fred: You've shown a lot of respect by just coming to apologize. That Trent fellow never did that...
/ Dexter: Oh, Trent's okay. I'm sure he'll be by to talk soon... / [[Trent is in another area in the GPF offices]]
/ Trent: (thinking) I wonder if I could sell that blob of goo to a science lab somewhere... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030725.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, July 26, 2003 | [[Trent is at his desk]]
/ Trent: That talking gelatin is far from the only weird thing happening around here. Ever since I came here things just kept popping up... / Trent: Most vexing is what happened to that goofball "Foofer" and my old flame, Trudy. I know she was involved in that clash in New York last year... but how? / Trent: More importantly, why does everyone keep talking about New York like they were there? And why is there something on the cusp of my memory that I just can't seem to recall...? / Trent: There's something screwy going on here, and I'm going to use all my tricks to find out what it is... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030726.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, July 27, 2003 | [[Trudy, alone in the panel, is aiming a gun. Only half of her face is visible. Tears stream from her eye, her teeth are clenched, and the expression on her face shows strong emotion, perhaps utter desperation.]] / [[The gun is aimed at Nick, a few inches at most from his face.]]
/ Nick: You do what you feel you have to, Trudy... / [[The Empress becomes visible directly behind Nick, with an evil grin on her face.]]
/ Empress Trudy: Do it Trudy... and we will become complete... / [[The gun shakes in Trudy's hand. The Empress is suddenly in front of Nick, facing Trudy, and still has an evil grin on her face.]]
/ Trudy: I-I c-can't...
/ Empress Trudy: Then kill _me_! I know you've always wanted to! / [[Trudy shoots, but the Empress has vanished. A haze of red is visible at the back of Nick's head, as if the shot hit him instead of the Empress.]]
/ < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030727.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, July 28, 2003 | [[Trudy walks away from a motel]]
/ Trudy: Tired... so very tired. Haven't slept in weeks. The dreams keep haunting me... / [[Trudy walks towards a bus]]
/ Trudy: But I'm tired of the running, the constant watching my back... the waking nightmare... / [[Trudy takes her ticket from the bus driver]]
/ Trudy: Every face could be an enemy... FBI, CIA, UGA... even some average Joe turned vigilante... I walk in constant fear of being discovered... recognized... / [[Trudy sits on a bus, looking out the window]]
/ Trudy: And never have I felt so utterly alone... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030728.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, July 29, 2003 | [[Trudy looks out the window of a crowded bus]]
/ Trudy: I see them every night... both of them, haunting my dreams... / [[Trudy thinks of Nick and Ki]]
/ Trudy: I see his face... the one as they pulled me away. Once defiant, now betrayed and... disappointed, as if I could not live up to his expectations... / [[Trudy thinks of Future Trudy]]
/ Trudy: And her... that monster, that shadow of what I was to be... mocking me, berating me... I am both awed and terrified by her, by what I am ultimately capable of... / [[Trudy looks away from the window and cries]]
/ Trudy: They dominate my thoughts. I am torn by them, my future and my past, unsure of who I am. I am not my own... I am their slave, and I cannot escape them... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20030729.html |
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