Tinkerbell in Space

I found this coloring book in my childhood home in a closet, a closet that I think was the one my mom used for stockpiled future gifts.

Trippy. Why is Tinkerbell wearing a hot pink snowsuit, and where’s Peter Pan?

I don’t know the answer to the first question, but [SPOILER ALERT] the answer to the second is, nowhere to be found. He don’t even enter into it. Maybe this is after she emigrates from Neverland.

Sure it would be fun, but what the fuck does Tinkerbell have to do with it?

Well, study hard, and hope to god we’re still funding NASA when you’re of age.

Or that, sure.

That bunny is skeeving me out.

Hey, my sister had those sleeves on her Junior Marshal dress.

Space/acid, tomato/tomahto.

Fluffy and Skeevy the Rabbit have the same eyes.

Is it me, or are these the world’s most boring coloring pages?

Yeah, I don’t think pet space helmets have to be airtight.

That’s not what Tinkerbell looks like.

This is what Tinkerbell looks like:

And she’s fickle and jealous and sassy, not whatever innocuous middle-school cheerleader she’s repped as up there.

Sure, King Goodnik of Robotron.

The fugly palace.

Where’s the cat?

Wait, but they’re both queens.

Srsly tho, what did they do with the cat?

I remember going on the monorail around Disney. I thought it would be like another ride. I thought wrong.

They also invented the sweet mullet/visor combo. And the bacon coffee-stirrer.

Their planet is a volleyball.

Those jobs being playing Etch-a-Sketch and Pong.

 That robot has a heart-shaped mouth.

Oh, shit! UNION.

That building doesn’t look great to me. It looks like a normal fucking building.

“But they wouldn’t stop fucking whistling.”

“Moreover, our pet shrews were distraught despite their snazzy pajamas.”

“Not even bacon-stirred coffee could rouse them from their beds.”

“Their Members Only jackets are of little comfort.”

Destroy them!—who the fuck cares? They’re robots! And THEY TOOK OUR JOBS!

Now the dog’s missing too.

Is that COBOL?

Ohhhhhhhh.

Tinkerbell. Made moonbeams disappear.

Their feather-dusting got mad weak, son.

That robot sucks at everything.

Disk Drive. Get it?

AW NOW YOU FUCKED UP, ROBOT.

That plant’s all, “WTF?”

“Stop that androgynous child! He-she stole my Casio keyboard! How will I play the Axel F Theme with a bossa nova beat?!”

Robo-schadenfreude.

And to insult the very idea of fashion.

Haters gonna hate.

I bet cake from Robokroger tastes just like cake from Kroger.

Wouldn’t want to overstay their welcome.

There by spacesuit, return by cloud—got it. But hey, at least the robots didn’t eat Lulu and Fluffy.

Shit, that house does look cozy.

Another dream? This was all a dream? What a fascinating plot device that’s never ever been used before.

Mother started having kids when she was 11.

I feel like we all learned a lot here.