Comic transcript

SUCRE: We’re approaching now.

Sucre's cart rolls through the aisle of sirens.

SUCRE: Do not look them in the eyes; do not listen to their song. They are not your friend. They are not your friend.

Broccoli closes their eyes, but then eventually gives into their curiosity and takes a peek. Looming above them are rows upon rows of teddy bears in boxes. They all seem to stare.

There is readable text on one of the boxes.

Text: …can… …sing… …press… …my paw… …sing…

Sucre cowers and keeps her eyes closed. Finally, the cart exits.

SUCRE: …We did it!

Sucre gestures to the canned read beans.

SUCRE: And there’s your beans!

BROCCOLI: Oh beans! Right! We got- flour! Water! Corn starch! And… red bean! Wait- where- where’s the sugar…?

SUCRE: Maybe it fell out of the cart…

BROCCOLI: NO! It was JUST HERE!

Broccoli eyes Waffles suspiciously.

WAFFLES: …Hey.

BROCCOLI: Alright, where’d you put it?

WAFFLES: What? I didn’t do anything. I swear. But hey! If we got cash to spare, let’s buy that evil sword instead-

BROCCOLI: We had a deal! NO EVIL and NO GOOD! Groceries are NEUTRAL! Can you not be evil for FIVE MINUTES!?

WAFFLES: NO! It’s my entire personality!

(Waffles and Broccoli briefly converse in an unknown language . Waffles morphs into a bird and flying away.)

BROCCOLI: …Sorry about that. He’s a real ding-dong.

SUCRE: We can always get more sugar!

BROCCOLI: Oooh! Where?

SUCRE: It’s uh… couple days journey!

BROCCOLI: …Oh.

LOUDSPEAKER: Sucre LePerdu, please come to the front of the Everything Store! …Sucre LePerdu, please come to the front of the Everything Store…

SUCRE: Hoo! 6pm already? Time to head home!

BROCCOLI! Wait- what was that? Is someone… looking for you, Sucre?

SUCRE: Oh no! (Chuckles.) It’s a recording!

Sucre's cart reaches an cliff where beyond it, a floating fort looms. Sucre hops across the abyss to her hideout.

SUCRE: Welcome to my- WAIT! ARE YOU A BOY? OR A GIRL?

BROCCOLI: Hmmmm… I don’t- uh- I don’t think so…?

SUCRE: Uuuuuhhhhhh… okay you’re allowed.

BROCCOLI: Yay!

Broccoli looks at Sucre's fort in wonder. There are christmas lights across all the walls, the floor is made of mattresses and dolls and stuffed animals abound, all posed to appear as if they are doing different activities.

Broccoli:…YOU BUILT THIS PLACE!?

SUCRE: YEAH! Oh! I have friends that are squishy like you! Wanna meet ‘em?

Sucre takes Broccoli over to a little table she has set up. Dolls and toys sit on every chair. Sucre presents SUCRE (grabbing the toys): This is Patricia! Oh and this is Desiree… And Bo- yeah she’s a little rascal!

And there’s…

Sucre looks in fear at one of the stuffed animals. It looks identical to the bears from the aisle of sirens except it is missing an eye. Half of its face seems to have been burned off.

SUCRE: So yeah! Those are my friends!

BROCCOLI: Your friends are awfully stationary…

SUCRE: Yeah…

Broccoli notices a pile of sweets.

BROCCOLI: Ooooohhhh! What’s all this?

SUCRE: That’s my candy pile! Want some?

BROCCOLI: Isn’t that… stealing?

SUCRE: No no no! If you eat one, you’re just testing to see if it’s good, you know?

BROCCOLI: Ohhh…

Broccoli and Sucre pig out on candy and do a montage of silly things. They pretend sword fight, roleplay as a prince and princess and Sucre shows Broccoli her comic book collection. a piece of paper slips out of the book with a crude drawing of Sucre married to the main character, a magical girl called "Space Princess." In the drawing, Space Princess tells Sucre she is her one true love. Sucre seems embarrassed and quickly reaches for the paper.

Finally Broccoli and Sucre settle down to watch some TV.

BROCCOLI: Sucre… I don’t feel so good…

SUCRE: You’re having a sugar crash.

BROCCOLI: Oh no… is there a cure?

SUCRE: The cure is more sugar!

BROCCOLI: I can’t… it’s too much…

SUCRE: WEAK.

Broccoli lies down on the floor. Sucre looks at the clock.

SUCRE: It’s 11:00…

She walks across the room and picks up the "siren". She pulls a lighter out of her pocket.

SUCRE: Time for you to be punished…

Broccoli looks on in fear as she burns her toy.

BROCCOLI: I-it’s getting pretty late, I should - I should go… sleep-

SUCRE: You can sleep in my bed! With me-

BROCCOLI, flustered: No thank you! I will sleep in my room!

Broccoli opens a portal to their room and sits down, exhausted.

BROCCOLI: Hoo…