Believe it or not, Iím not the first person to have an idea like this. Or even draw it. Ben & Winslow fans with far more time to conjure story ideas have come up with stuff like this [link] and this [link] . I will lie and say I had this idea first, and they just beat me to it.
This is the first part of a three-part story arc. Yes, I know. Gasp at my continuity.
This appeared on Defenestration[link] on Friday, October 8th.
Picklebuns! Picklebuns you guys! I donít know whatís more exciting, the pickle or the buns. And by exciting, I mean arousing. Did I say arousing? I meant awesome.
I had to make a huge decision with this one. Do I draw ďLovely Buns,Ē [link] or do I go with the more robust ďFirm Brown Bunsď? [link] Obviously the Lovely Buns won out this time, but I donít see why picklebuns couldnít be made with Firm Brown Buns, too. I guess it just depends on what youíre in the mood for. The pickles always have to be kosher dill, otherwise youíre some sort of monster.
This strip first appeared on Defenestration[link] on Friday, August 6th.
Apologies to Bill Watterson on this one. I couldnít resist. I had this idea while drawing last weekís comic. I shudder to think of the kind of person Calvin would grow up to be if his best friend growing up was Winslow instead of his tiger Hobbes.
Bill Watterson is an inspiration to every contemporary cartoonist ever, and will be for the foreseeable future. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a big fat sillypants.
This appeared on Defenestration[link] on Friday, October 1st.
Seriously, guys, I donít even know. These characters are all pretty damn phallic, which I swear was unintentional. They all started as stick figures [link] once upon a time . Some people might think that when I start making penis jokes, Iím running out of ideas. In actuality, it means Iím just getting started.
Also? Winslowís apparently a Brigadier General in some capacity. Probably Brigadier General of the Grand Army of Ben and Winslowís House, which makes me wonder why he didnít elevate himself to a higher rank. That star is all alone up there.
This strip first appeared on Defenestration[link] on Friday, July 16th.
Iíve slept through a lot of things, but I donít know if I could sleep through this. Iím thinking Winslow must have used some powerful drugs, which makes me wonder 1.) where he got them and 2.) where he was storing them, since his bedroom burned down last week. I donít question how he got them. As usual, the assisting criminal element here was probably tiny clowns.
This is part two of a three-part story arc. The first part is here: [link]
This appeared on Defenestration[link] on Friday, October 15th.
The only DC comic I was ever interested in as a kid was Batman, but Green Lantern has a certain appeal. I mean, how many of us would love to be the bearer of a magic green space ring that does awesome things to bad people? Donít be shy. Raise your hands.
Winslow is one lucky dude.
This one was a lot of fun to draw. A lot of my comics tend to be layered with more than one joke, because one joke is usually not enough. This one not only has layers, but parallel universes that wonít be immediately apparent unless youíve been reading Ben & Winslow for a while. Maybe Iím the only person who will ever understand. Maybe I just draw these things for my own amusement. Maybe Iím 29 years old and can do what I want, Mom. Jeez!
This comic first appeared on Defenestration[link] on Friday, September 3rd.
This robot wasnít just filled with tiny clowns. It was powered by them.
My original concept had the insides of the robot fully exposed in almost pornographic detail, with treadmills and conveyor belts and all sorts of mechanical bits and bobs. But you know what? That sort of stuff takes time, and time is in short supply in the Kaye household. Besides, have you ever tried to draw tiny skulls? No easy feat, my friends. No easy feat.
This appeared on Defenestration[link] on Friday, November 5th.
Missing socks are a fact of life in my house, and when Iím not blaming cats or faeries or the tiny 18th century Spaniard that lives in my foyer closet, I suspect many of the socks sneak off in the dead of night to have torrid affairs with one another. This also explains the amount of baby socks I find around the house that I canít recall either of my children ever wearing. This is sock biology at its finest.
I have yet to find a sock during the gestation period, but it could happen any day now.
This oneís dedicated to my friend Chris. He saw this comic on my dining room table the other day and told me this happens to him and his wife all the time. And sheís not too happy about all the sock babies.
This appeared on Defenestration[link] on Friday, December 10th.
Enter the Ben & Winslow Terrible Tropes contest: [link]
The real problem with robots isnít that they have a limited vocabulary, but that their vocabulary is too damned good. They know every word that has ever been published in a dictionary, and absolutely no context to use them properly.
Hereís something you donít see every day: Winslow shocked by something Ben has done. My, how the tables have turned.
This was uploaded to Defenestration[link] on Friday, May 28th.