#basilfred

I missed these two very dearly

toyhouse corners: humbug

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[image ID: an eleven page greyscale comic featuring postman basil, a slim cat marionette, and sir alfred, a thin nutcracker doll.

transcription:

[basil dressed as santa strolls down a snowy nighttime street to a large gate that reads "come back soon!"]

basil: "man! that ole green grouch was right; slap on a beard and a red coat and these seasonal suckers will let you take whatever you want! now all I have to do is get past colonel killjoy. hey fred--hm?"

[basil walks up to see alfred asleep at his post by the gate with a banner that says "welcome santa!"]

basil: "tsh. poor sap still believes in santa, but couldn't even stay awake for him. out like a light." [notices a card in alfred's hand] "this a love letter asking saint nick to be your--?"

[basil plucks the card and reads it, realizing it's a christmas card addressed to him that reads "happy holidays, basil! your friend, sir alfred." basil pauses, stunned, and then looks at his sack and groans.]

basil: "oh, crud..."

[basil drops his sack of stolen presents and scribbles something on the back of the card, leaving it and the sack in front of alfred's post, and climbs over the gate. when basil is gone, alfred opens his eyes, revealing he was only pretending to sleep.]

alfred: "huh. I can't believe that worked."

[basil's not is shown, which reads "to toyhouse corners, from santa," followed by a panel of basil walking away from the city's gate past a big billboard reading "toyhouse corners."]

alfred: "maybe he's got some christmas spirit after all."

[basil arrives home to his secluded post office house, takes off his santa costume, picks up a striped scarf, and climbs solemnly into bed cuddling it.]

the next day, alfred is scolding some kids for having a snowball fight in the town square.

alfred: "hey! what did I tell you children about snowball fights? they're dangerous, and--hey, slow down! saffron goodweather, don't make me call your mother! that goes for you too, jonathan--at least slow down if you're going to climb that! avi may, put your mittens back on!"

[basil approaches sheepishly in his normal uniform.]

basil: "hey, freddie."

alfred: "[happily] oh, hello basil!"

basil: "merry, uh... afternoon."

alfred: "and to you. hey, if you're not busy, you could join us at the hall for holiday luncheon, the more the merrier."

basil: "uh, no, thanks, I've got my rounds to do--just stopping by to give you your mail."

alfred: "oh. well alright, then."

basil: "here."

[basil hands over a single badly wrapped parcel.]

alfred: "[confused]...there's no stamp on it."

basil: "[awkwardly] yeah, it's a, uh... local delivery."

[alfred opens up the package to find the same striped scarf from basil's apartment inside.]

alfred: "[gasp] my favourite scarf! I thought I lost this!"

basil: "strange how things turn up, huh?"

alfred: "basil... thank you. / y'know, for, um... the delivery."

basil: "just doing my job, mister guard."

alfred: "[blushing] basil, I... if I may, I'd like to--"

[basil is interrupted as he is hit in the face and side with snowballs. the kids laugh and alfred turns to reprimand them.]

alfred: "alright, who threw those? that was cleary an overhand throw--underhand only! shall I do the underhand throwing demonstration again? and you have to ask before you make someone a part of your game--slow down!"

[basil smiles to himself as he watches alfred go after the giggling children and blushes.]

basil: "merry christmas, freddie."

toyhouse corners: humbug, part 2

toyhouse corners: humbug, part 1

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