Dopey Dad #28

Script:

Dad: What? No! It should be right here!
Please, you've got to help me!
Staff Person: What's the occasion?
Dad: My little girl is turning eighteen... Please, sir. I need to find her the perfect birthday present...

Meanwhile:
Me: (humming)
I'm turning eighteen. Through the years, I've learned a great many things... To think I've finally blossomed into a young woman...
Still, I don't think I'm really ready for this. I've never even had an actual boyfriend...
Though there is one man I'll always turn to for my inspiration.

Me: How I wish you could attend my birthday party...

@dad's: The cards are ready, the invitations sent, the cake baked... Silvie is going to love this!
Is everybody ready?!
Everyone: (stares blankly)
Dad: Great! But since our guest of honour isn't here yet...
I will entertain you!

 *Surprisingly catchy music*

*Knock knock*

 Girl: -And then I was like: "No way am I not coming to your party! It's not like that one year I forgot to give you a present or invite you to my party meant anything!"

Girl 2: Excuse me, who invited her to the party?!

(Arguing)
"Me? Who invited you?!"
"And why shouldn't I be invited?!"
"What I'm wondering is who invited them?!"
"Why I outta..."

(Cake gets thrown)
*Splat!*

Other kids: Ooooooooooooo...

(Sound familiar? Happens all the time at my school...

Except usually no one throws any cake.)

Random Kid: Cake fiiight...!
Ninos: Yep, I knew it.
Ayla: Cake a la mode?

Dad: May I have your attention, plea-
*flying cake hits him square in the face*

(Afterwards)

(I've just arrived to find what's happened...)

Dad: ...And so, you see? I really tried this time and everything still went wrong...
Me: Dad, it's alright. I understand sometimes things get out of control. What matters is that you tried your best... Thank you.

Dad: Silvie... that was the most mature thing you've said to me in a long time...
Speaking of which, I managed to get you what you most wanted for your birthday.

(I go outside, find my new gift and fly off with it.)

Dad: My little girl's all grown up...

Newest Comic Coming Soon!

For those of you wondering about my most recent comic, don't worry. It's almost finished.

Here's a sneak preview for you all:

In the meantime, I'll keep working on it. Stay safe, kids, and do not attempt to jump over your own birthday cake in roller skates. You may be a little disappointed...

Dopey Dad #27

"Why is he calling her a Dopey Dad...?" Observations Monthly.

 

Dad: This book says that the more a girl acts like she hates you, the more she really likes you.

Book:*Unless, of course, she really hates you!

Dad: Hmm...

Hey, you want to go to a-

Mom: No.

Me: Don't even think about it!

Dad: Oh... ... Um... ...

Hurray, I'm Popular!

Meanwhile:

James' Mom: Aren't you proud of yourself, James?

James: Yeah... I don't think I'll be evil anymore...

 

*Dun dun dun*

Jenna: I sense a disturbance in the force...

Don't worry, James! I'm coming!

Teacher: But Jenna, we're still in class!

Dad: Out of the darkness, a villain will rise...

Huh?! *finds broccoli in the cookie jar*

Unfortunately, this also means that a hero will rise... and this one's good.

(Broccoli tag says: "Enjoy!" -SvT.)

Me: Up ahead, the young pilot spots her target...

Jenna: Hey, James! I heard you were good again and have come to-!

*Bang*

James: Hey, cookies!

Jenna: I forgot who I was going to change!

Me: Mission accomplished!

Dad: No sweets anywhere! This can only be the work of...

...a teenage girl...

 Meanwhile:

 Guy 1: Alright, so first we destroy the guy's plane, he survives, runs for cover, and then we condemn him to He**?

Guy 2: Yeah... That was pretty mean. We should make it up to him...

And that, kids, is how good songs are created!

(Song writers re-evaluate their songs)

"Merry Christmas in July, Everyone."

(Yeah, it surprised me that the same guys who wrote "Snoopy's Christmas" would resort themselves to condemning a man just because he fought for the other side.)

Newspaper: Teenage girl rides again!

Dad: Someone has got to put a stop to this...

This ought to be a cinch...

Me over radio: *tzzt* Dad... flying a World War One plane was not a cinch...

Dad: Where are you...?

Me: I'm flying at a safe altitude... you're not.

*Dad's plane freezes*

Dad: Curse you, Teenage Daughter!

I must pull up! It's my only hope!

*Is able to land his plane*

Phew! I made it!

*Parachute drops*

What's this?

Note: Dad- Sorry about the cookies. Needed them for another mission. But don't worry, I saved you the last one. -SvT.

:)