Return with us to the glory days of comics, when super-men had super-pets who went out on super-adventures! Yes, it's time for another adventure of the Space Canine Patrol Agency!!
As a young, wide-awake, on-the-go superdog, Krypto frequently finds himself in outer space presiding over the deathbeds of self-inflating balloon dogs who have been blasted clean through with missiles.
Would you like to become a member of the SCPA? Simply take the collar off a helpfully dead fellow member, and you're in!
This is why I love comic books - frequently they feature planets full of dog-headed people who live in giant doghouses and fly around in dog-faced spaceships inscribed with the fearsome motto "NO HUMANS ALLOWED." I believe humans are OK with that.
"Those striped dinosaur bones were kept in the food vault of a canine king!" Now THAT'S what I call "exposition". Plus, Krypto wearing spectacles? This story is a gift that just keeps on giving.
"No way, Tommy! The Space Canine Patrol Agency is EVERY BIT AS GOOD as the Legion Of Super Heroes! Krpyto says so right here! They can't print it if it isn't true!"
I know what's really happening here. Krypto's finally achieving his lifelong dream of being a dominatrix who commands other dogs to perform acrobatic sex acts. BAD DOG!
Having the kryptonite-dusted gum pistol-whipped out of your mouth by a dog-headed human space bandit would make ANYBODY mad. Also confused, perplexed, and bewildered by the surrealistic turn of events - but mostly mad.
So we've seen Tusky Husky, Paw Pooch, and the rest of the SCPA battle the dog people on the dog planet over bones and things. How can we wrap this story up with an even more amazing conclusion? Simple, really.
Introducing the SPACE CAT PATROL AGENCY! MERROWRR!! I'M CRAB-TABBY! MRREERRROOOWWWWW!! FSST! FSST!
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