the Mamacita joins the battle
edit: I added a repainted closeup version of the last 2 panels without the comic sound effects, for better detail.
I also took a moment to properly paint the Sonic Buns, the original paint, since it was done for a small easteregg was very low res and pretty sloppily painted when examined up-close, so I had to repaint it to show it in a higher resolution, for those who have been asking for that pinup, this one is for you:
best comic Shad ever did
lol the calnader through out thus comics is funny with the head photo shoping
He was pounding that pussy so hard he almost knotted with his balls.
God Tier Art Shadman
Ugh I wish it showed the moms face at the end
This is so freaking hot. 🔥 If anyone want’s to play some games with me, hit on my picture.
aye cabrón you gotta make more of these, for some reason this comic is funny rather than erotic so por favor make more of these hermano me gusta this comics
Deadass bro xD
Is this the first straight Latino guy Shad has drawn?
Damn them girls have some cute buttholes
I just discovered this and I love it, she is my favorite female character plz make more of her plz. Also love the artwork
shad hasn’t posted on his own website since June, also the comic is already finished so yeah lol
I just discovered this and I love it, she is my favorite female character plz make more of her plz. Also love the artwork
Hope there is part 4
I don’t think we talk like that
The Spanish here… It’s a little bit weird… Do we talk like that?
Pero que deleite visual…
Buenísimo
live to nazis
dojyaaaan
Ok 23rd president of the United States
:,)
Make a more pllllzzzzzzz
Dude, the attention to details, damn. I have to go through all the works a second time with post nut clarity to actually appreciate what I see
If only the mom’s ass was thinner to make it look real then I would go nuts 💀
How could cum shoot that far???
Second nut energy
I dont want to be horny, I want. to be happy
mood
:,)
The FBI?! Maybe or maybe not want that agent to be my watcher..
Gay as fuck, because he keeps using Google Translate.
Learn some godamn spanish, shad.
Fuck off
The coffee cup at the end says starfucks with extra cream. ;)
THIS IS THE BEST SHIT SHAD HAS EVER MADE
💯
im gonna say it.
This shit is probrably the best hing shadman has ever created LMFAO
Ausyy#1543 women only ;)
Do more of this please
I second this
Asi nacio shadman
The sequel I wanted but I miss the old art style tho
Can we get some more from this. I love story based comics.
Add my kik codman90000000 for a 7 inch thick fat cock girls only
fat cock girls only? you got it
7inch fat cock girls? On my way
For a guy he’s got some cake 👀👀👀
Hol up is that the FBI agent mom? Now that I think about it the older sister looks similar. And so does the son. Do I smell A SEQUEL!!?!?
Hey I’d love to do a tucked up family roleplay and I’ll be any roles with either sex :) ❤ my kik is sw00209
More, please
this gay ass motherfucker.. could you not make dude fuck like a FAGGOT
Ayy fuck u doe
Fellas, is it gay to hve sex with your sister?
I guess this dude only fucks as a dog, that’s why he thinks it’s gay.
make a pt 4 pls
gay
se dice venir, no volver
No, esta bien escrito
BGF#9521 send Nudes hur hur hur
Nah just send me your memes dipshits
This is some hot shit
Could we get more of this please
more of this story, ANAL PLEASE?????
Please post more of this family
we need more like this, shad
Hey if ya need cock HMU Kik sebsumxxx
Even better if you’re central FL ;)
Why the fuck are replacing the n with ñ? That letter exist in spanish, but it’s not used as a replacement of n
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? – Barry? – Adam? – Oan you believe this is happening? – I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. – You got lint on your fuzz. – Ow! That’s me! – Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000. – Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! – Hey, Adam. – Hey, Barry. – Is that fuzz gel? – A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. – Hi, Barry. – Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. – Hear about Frankie? – Yeah. – You going to the funeral? – No, I’m not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don’t waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That’s why we don’t need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. – Well, Adam, today we are men. – We are! – Bee-men. – Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of… …9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it’s just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. – Wonder what it’ll be like? – A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as… Honey! – That girl was hot. – She’s my cousin! – She is? – Yes, we’re all cousins. – Right. You’re right. – At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. – What do you think he makes? – Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. – What does that do? – Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you’ll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn’t know that. What’s the difference? You’ll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven’t had one day off in 27 million years. So you’ll just work us to death? We’ll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! “What’s the difference?” How can you say that? One job forever? That’s an insane choice to have to make. I’m relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We’re bees. We’re the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don’t know. But you know what I’m talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. – Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! – Wow. I’ve never seen them this close. They know what it’s like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don’t come back. – Hey, Jocks! – Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You’re monsters! You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it! – I wonder where they were. – I don’t know. Their day’s not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can’tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That’s more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It’s just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren’t they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. – Oouple of Hive Harrys. – Let’s have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! – Oh, my! – I never thought I’d knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn’t it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We’re hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. – Six miles, huh? – Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you’re not up for it. – Maybe I am. – You are not! We’re going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you’re interested in? – Well, there’s a lot of choices. – But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It’s a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn’t right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That’s a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son’s not sure he wants to go into honey! – Barry, you are so funny sometimes. – I’m not trying to be funny. You’re not funny! You’re going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! – You’re gonna be a stirrer? – No one’s listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I’m gonna get an ant tattoo! Let’s open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”! I’m so proud. – We’re starting work today! – Today’s the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… – Is it still available? – Hang on. Two left! One of them’s yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. – What’d you get? – Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. – You want to go first? – No, you go. Oh, my. What’s available? Restroom attendant’s open, not for the reason you think. – Any chance of getting the Krelman? – Sure, you’re on. I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey’s always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He’s dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That’s life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should… Barry? Barry! All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine… What happened to you? Where are you? – I’m going out. – Out? Out where? – Out there. – Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone’s feeling brave, there’s a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. – Look at that. – Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted. It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. – Thank you. – OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy’s in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! – That’s awful. – And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. – Antennae, check. – Nectar pack, check. – Wings, check. – Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let’s move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I’m out! I can’t believe I’m out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It’s got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! – Ever see pollination up close? – No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It’s a little bit of magic. That’s amazing. Why do we do that? That’s pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don’t we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You’re reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don’t know, but I’m loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It’s a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! – Guys! – This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama’s little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don’t think these are flowers. – Should we tell him? – I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you’re about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There’s a bee in the car! – Do something! – I’m driving! – Hi, bee. – He’s back here! He’s going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don’t move, he won’t sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow… the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Oan’t fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This… Drapes! That is diabolical. It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What’s number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don’t go for that… …kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them. They’re out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they’re flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say. There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out. I don’t remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don’t kill him! You know I’m allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I’m just saying all life has value. You don’t know what he’s capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I’m not scared of him. It’s an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. – Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? – Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. – You could put carob chips on there. – Bye. – Supposed to be less calories. – Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It’s a bee law. You’re not supposed to talk to a human. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve got to. Oh, I can’t do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can’t. How should I start it? “You like jazz?” No, that’s no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I’m sorry. – You’re talking. – Yes, I know. You’re talking! I’m so sorry. No, it’s OK. It’s fine. I know I’m dreaming. But I don’t recall going to bed. Well, I’m sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you’re a bee! I am. And I’m not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn’t for you… I had to thank you. It’s just how I was raised. That was a little weird. – I’m talking with a bee. – Yeah. I’m talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I’m grateful. I’ll leave now. – Wait! How did you learn to do that? – What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. “Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up. – That’s very funny. – Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh, we’d cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway… Oan I… …get you something? – Like what? I don’t know. I mean… I don’t know. Ooffee? I don’t want to put you out. It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes. – It’s just coffee. – I hate to impose. – Don’t be ridiculous! – Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? – I shouldn’t. – Have some. – No, I can’t. – Oome on! I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms. – Where? – These stripes don’t help. You look great! I don’t know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He’s making the tie in the cab as they’re flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, “Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?” Is that a bee joke? That’s the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don’t know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can’t do it the way they want. I know how you feel. – You do? – Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. – Really? – My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look… There’s my hive right there. See it? You’re in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. – Why do girls put rings on their toes? – Why not? – It’s like putting a hat on your knee. – Maybe I’ll try that. – You all right, ma’am? – Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it’s no trouble. Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did, I’d be up the rest of my life. Are you…? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. – Thanks! – Yeah. All right. Well, then… I guess I’ll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again… for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but… Anyway… This can’t possibly work. He’s all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. – Sounds amazing. – It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can’t believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. – Do they try and kill you, like on TV? – Some of them. But some of them don’t. – How’d you get back? – Poodle. You did it, and I’m glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your “experience.” Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. – Well… – Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? – A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! – No, no, no, not a wasp. – Spider? – I’m not attracted to spiders. I know it’s the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can’t get by that face. So who is she? She’s… human. No, no. That’s a bee law. You wouldn’t break a bee law. – Her name’s Vanessa. – Oh, boy. She’s so nice. And she’s a florist! Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist! We’re not dating. You’re flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? – They call it a crumb. – It was so stingin’ stripey! And that’s not what they eat. That’s what falls off what they eat! – You know what a Oinnabon is? – No. It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up… Sit down! …really hot! – Listen to me! We are not them! We’re us. There’s us and there’s them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There’s no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! – Thinking bee. – Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He’s in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It’s been three days! Why aren’t you working? I’ve got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You’re barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father’s talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I’m talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I’ll catch up. Don’t be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! – We’re still here. – I told you not to yell at him. He doesn’t respond to yelling! – Then why yell at me? – Because you don’t listen! I’m not listening to this. Sorry, I’ve gotta go. – Where are you going? – I’m meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can’t decide? Bye. I just hope she’s Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that’s every florist’s dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I’ve got one. How come you don’t fly everywhere? It’s exhausting. Why don’t you run everywhere? It’s faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That’s insane! You don’t have that? We have Hivo, but it’s a disease. It’s a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It’s usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. – What is wrong with you?! – It’s a bug. He’s not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You’ve really got that down to a science. – I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. – I’ll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? – Is he that actor? – I never heard of him. – Why is this here? – For people. We eat it. You don’t have enough food of your own? – Well, yes. – How do you get it? – Bees make it. – I know who makes it! And it’s hard to make it! There’s heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! – It’s organic. – It’s our-ganic! It’s just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don’t know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You’ve taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it’s on sale?! I’m getting to the bottom of this. I’m getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. – You almost done? – Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I’ll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You’re busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you’ll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who’s your supplier? I don’t understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You’re too late! It’s ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they’re on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You’re not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I’m going to Tacoma. – And you? – He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! – What is that?! – Oh, no! – A wiper! Triple blade! – Triple blade? Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I’m Oarl Kasell. But don’t kill no more bugs! – Bee! – Moose blood guy!! – You hear something? – Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they’re getting it. I mean, that honey’s ours. – Bees hang tight. – We’re all jammed in. It’s a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. – What if you get in trouble? – You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you’re out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood’s about to leave the building! So long, bee! – Hey, guys! – Mooseblood! I knew I’d catch y’all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it’s pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee’s got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. – Oheck out the new smoker. – Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. “They make the honey, and we make the money”? Oh, my! What’s going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn’t last too long. Do you know you’re in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That’s a man in women’s clothes! That’s a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There’s hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That’s a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That’s a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He’s been talking to humans. – What? – Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. – You wish you could. – Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn’t stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it’s true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! – That would hurt. – No. Up the nose? That’s a killer. There’s only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive’s only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. – Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble. – And I’m Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we’ll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, “I’m a kid from the hive. I can’t do this”? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It’s a common name. Next week… He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots… Next week… Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard ’em. Bear Week next week! They’re scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81. Honey, her backhand’s a joke! I’m not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. – Is that that same bee? – Yes, it is! I’m helping him sue the human race. – Hello. – Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go ’cause we’re really busy working. But it’s our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. – Frosting… – How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you’re three. And artificial flowers. – Oh, those just get me psychotic! – Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that’s had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. – This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal. – I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I’m done with the humans, they won’t be able to say, “Honey, I’m home,” without paying a royalty! It’s an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It’s pretty big, isn’t it? I can’t believe how many humans don’t work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. – What’s the matter? – I don’t know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn’t the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson… you’re representing all the bees of the world? I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we’re ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man’s divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn’t some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no trickery here. I’m just an ordinary bee. Honey’s pretty important to me. It’s important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us ’cause we’re the little guys! I’m hoping that, after this is all over, you’ll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he’d dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don’t imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? – No. – I couldn’t hear you. – No. – No. Because you don’t free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They’re very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How’d you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that’s enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. – Where have I heard it before? – I was with a band called The Police. But you’ve never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven’t. No, you haven’t. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I’m feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That’s not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you’re devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that’s ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn’t. But is this what it’s come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don’t have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn’t a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn’t someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! – Order in this court! – You’re all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! – Say it! – Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury’s on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I’m a florist. Right. Well, here’s to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. – Ken! – Hello. I didn’t think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but… the battery. I didn’t want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There’s a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you’re quite a tennis player. I’m not much for the game myself. The ball’s a little grabby. That’s where I usually sit. Right… there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn’t really a special skill. You think I don’t see what you’re doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That’s just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I’m going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I’ve just about had it with your little mind games. – What’s that? – Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I’m wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I’ve got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! – You’re bluffing. – Am I? Surf’s up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don’t even like honey! I don’t eat it! We need to talk! He’s just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you’re one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night… My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I’m sorry about all that. I know it’s got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn’t overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he’s considered one of the best lawyers… Yeah. Layton, you’ve gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it’s gonna be all over. Don’t worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don’t like about bees. – You got the tweezers? – Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you what I think we’d all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We’re friends. – Good friends? – Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute… Are you her little… …bedbug? I’ve seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn’t your queen give birth to all the bee children? – Yeah, but… – So those aren’t your real parents! – Oh, Barry… – Yes, they are! Hold me back! You’re an illegitimate bee, aren’t you, Benson? He’s denouncing bees! Don’t y’all date your cousins? – Objection! – I’m going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants! Oh, I’m hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can’t treat them like equals! They’re striped savages! Stinging’s the only thing they know! It’s their way! – Adam, stay with me. – I can’t feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. – Hey, buddy. – Hey. – Is there much pain? – Yeah. I… I blew the whole case, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re alive. You could have died. I’d be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there’s a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can’t explain it. It was all… All adrenaline and then… and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I’m sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don’t know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn’t sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don’t check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? – Why? – The smoke. Bees don’t smoke. Right. Bees don’t smoke. Bees don’t smoke! But some bees are smoking. That’s it! That’s our case! It is? It’s not over? Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don’t make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about… Your Honor, haven’t these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court’s valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery’s motion. But you can’t! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It’s a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, “Smoking or non?” Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? – What are we gonna do? – He’s playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I’m OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won’t have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You’ll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. – What if Montgomery’s right? – What do you mean? We’ve been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We’re all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He’ll have nauseous for a few hours, then he’ll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames… But it’s just a prance-about stage name! …unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan’t breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there’s gallons more coming! – I think we need to shut down! – Shut down? We’ve never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We’re shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn’t believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What’s going on? Where is everybody? – Are they out celebrating? – They’re home. They don’t know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn’t? It’s the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now… Now I can’t. I don’t understand why they’re not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing. Honey really changes people. You don’t have any idea what’s going on, do you? – What did you want to show me? – This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They’re all wilting. Doesn’t look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I’m gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn’t think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It’s notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That’s our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course… The human species? So if there’s no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn’t it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? – I’ll sting you, you step on me. – Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry… sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They’ve moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It’s the last chance I’ll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can’t do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? – Roses are flowers! – Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That’s why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I’ve ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I’ve made it worse. Actually, it’s completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it’s greater than my previous ideas combined. I don’t want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they’ve got back here with what we’ve got. – Bees. – Park. – Pollen! – Flowers. – Repollination! – Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They’ve got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It’s real. Sorry, ma’am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. – Where should I sit? – What are you? – I believe I’m the pea. – The pea? It goes under the mattresses. – Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. – I’m getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let’s see what this baby’ll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic… …without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there’s no stopping us. Stop! Security. – You and your insect pack your float? – Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? – Remove your stinger. – It’s part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It’s got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we’ll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They’ll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I’d like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I’m in a real situation. – What’d you say, Hal? – Nothing. Bee! Don’t freak out! My entire species… What are you doing? – Wait a minute! I’m an attorney! – Who’s an attorney? Don’t move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One’s bald, one’s in a boat, they’re both unconscious! – Is that another bee joke? – No! No one’s flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What’s your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I’m a florist from New York. Where’s the pilot? He’s unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. – Who’s that? – Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It’s got giant wings, huge engines. I can’t fly a plane. – Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot? – Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We’re headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory… That’s Barry! …is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There’s a bee on that plane. I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They’ve done enough damage. But isn’t he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn’t be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small… Haven’t we heard this a million times? “The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense.” – Get this on the air! – Got it. – Stand by. – We’re going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That’s why I want to get bees back to working together. That’s the bee way! We’re not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. – Black and yellow! – Hello! Left, right, down, hover. – Hover? – Forget hover. This isn’t so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. – That may have been helping me. – And now we’re not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let’s get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I’d do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don’t have to yell. I’m not yelling! We’re in a lot of trouble. It’s very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It’s not a tone. I’m panicking! I can’t do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. – You snap out of it! – You snap out of it! – You snap out of it! – You snap out of it! – You snap out of it! – You snap out of it! – Hold it! – Why? Oome on, it’s my turn. How is the plane flying? I don’t know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. – Black and yellow. – Hello. All right, let’s drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It’s all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. – Thinking bee. – Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I’m feeling something. – What? – I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! – What in the world is on the tarmac? – Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! – Vanessa, aim for the flower. – OK. Out the engines. We’re going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! – Not that flower! The other one! – Which one? – That flower. – I’m aiming at the flower! That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. – This is insane, Barry! – This’s the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! – Yes. No high-five! – Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! – Thank you. – But we’re not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We’re the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we’re gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains? We’re bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You’ve earned this. Yeah! I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That’s our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now’s the time. I got a feeling we’ll be working late tonight! Here’s your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who’s next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me. And I don’t see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I’m sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I’m late. He’s a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can’t get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You’re a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who’s next? All right, scramble, jocks! It’s time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. – When will this nightmare end?! – Let it all go. – Beautiful day to fly. – Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. – Thinking bee! – Me? Hold it. Let’s just stop for a second. Hold it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I’m not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
Is your name Michael and are you in high school cause if you are then I should know you
Heh heh, fool, your location is revealed
Who are you 7 ?
That Sam hill from youtub
Who the fuck are you?
Ok.
i see someone was bored
If y’all don’t know that this is the entire script of the bee movie then you have much to learn from the internet yet
This was funny 3 years ago
Hey, you’re epic
Have some choccy milk
It took me four seconds to realize what this was.
Bee Movie.
I deeply appreciate you
why you fucking write all bee movie dialogue scenes
Fucking legend.
Isn’t the mom from some other comic
It looks like the same family from the Stacy comics
this looks like my mom and it’s scary
Fuck your mom then
Wow amazing art loving the work definitely love the feet soles on show an when she has them in his face would u do any foot fetish work
Nigga what the fuck
Are these characters from something or are they originals?
Originals
Where can i find those sonic butty OHS ????
lmao
DOES HE SWEAT AXE BODY SPRAY?
And the Momma’s and FBI agent???
Sure this family must be “bored” in the quarantine.
Vegas traps hmu
Discord Silverback#9961
I need more of this comic! More!
What sex position are they in frame two
Mating Press
Curse your artistic self
if anyone wants to jerk off to girls we know, hmu on snap: gigglemash
What the fuck
I’m just a 18y femboy I would to be the sister and get fucked by my brother
Discord : Yourcheer#7951
Send me all the nudes you want tastytreats#1069
Lieutenant_Gruber kik me, send me your tits I’ll give good memes
Ana Idea, the skater gives hum a blowjob and some prostate massage
Oi blyat, when are you going to post another of this
Sweet home Alabama! Where the skies are soo blue!
I have never seen an incest post that didn’t have this song referenced in the comments.
psaotadas
Kik: fdhggggcxv fat ass small cock looking for femboi
Walked in on something like this once. A few differences though: the mom having naturally blood red hair, and the siblings being twins and both women. Everything else was about the same.
Brushing my teeth with headphones on, head to the kitchen and boom. Was quite a sight.
Never happened you loser
Part 4 PLEASE???!
P
osi papi chulo
Wait, she works for the FBI too?
Does she know the other kinky bitch from the other comics?
wouldn’t be surprised if she IS the ‘other kinky bitch’ from the other comics with the four kids
That spanish though
What the fuck kind of Spanish is that
What position is that
Mating Press.
I dig the art, but the Spanish verbage is hella incorrect. I get you’re trying to add “flavor” to this, but a quick word check works wonders. In end, fuck the butts.
I dig the art, but the Spanish verbage is hella incorrect. I get you’re trying to add “flavor” to this, but a quick word check works wonders. In end, fuck the butts.
Great female characters, but there is just too much shit all over the place, and bad angles
Amen
Sister said she needs seconds, ASAP…. 4 out 2?
Fuck tha mam is from th fpi
oh god im cooming
I wanna see more of these guys. And more of this version of Sonic.
Ok this took a interesting turn lol.
Well this took an interesting turn.
Damn the sister gets hotter every time you draw her. I’d love to see her get wrecked by more boys and girls.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DZdsDp2knU
Reply if you survived
;)
Part 3 where they’re both pregnant?
Where is part 3 of the shoplifter can you please make more
More of this please
nice
I really wanna see aome interracial gay stuff Idk if that’s been requested but would be very nice
More gay stuff in general, shouldn’t just be limited to just interracial stuff.
Should have made the mom a Ice agent saying she about to deport a mexican family. XD
I’m an 19 bi male who likes most things on shadbase. I have a nice feminine butt if you’re curious. Ignore the fake negative comments that look like they’re different people, there’s a no life loser who leaves edgy comments like they’re from different people. since it is all anonymous. My kik is bottomcream. I like male female femboys trans, add me and see this butt for yourself 😊
Does this actually work for you? If it did I don’t see why you have to act all desperate with the same constant comment. It’s rather annoying.. at least change it up if you’re gonna keep doing it.
Someone should animate this
Please shad can you do some bleach stuff pleaseeeeee!
shad you make the hottest random chicks i swear lol. need more of her
Never seen a man plow so hard
A one-man pussy-plowin’ apocalypse
What about Alucard from the Castlevania show from episode 9
Can you make a StarFucks Coffee pinup plzzz i wanna see her mermaid ass
I would love to see star fire butt fucking raven, keep up the good work shad!
Please shad we need more of this
4/2???
Wait a sec, are they are the family from the comic smoking and abornite? But a little bit older
You’re saying there’s a multiverse?
That’s exactly what he’s saying, and it’s brilliant
deepest shadlore
Went and looked at them, and I think you’re 100% correct
Thanks man
You should do Ian from Onward as a trap😍
Incest is best
Let’s have more shotas fucking hot chicks
This set is spoop good shadad. Can’t wait for me, but don’t make us wait so long like last time plz
Do more deepthroat art shad
would absolutely love to see them both heavily pregnant, giving birth to daughters, and then 18 years in the future him getting them pregnant too. would really complete the full incest breeding pantheon eh
Do some gay shit now
Shad this is the best shit from you I have seen! Keep it up man awesome work!!!!
Wow! She soo hot!
Like it:
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I like it!
You’re not fooling anyone, you dumb fucking Slavic criminal.
EVERYONE HERE KNOWS YOU’RE RUNNING A SCAM WITH FUBARS.PW
Why don’t you go run back to Daddy Putin and suck his pencil dick,
and leave all of Americans and Europeans alone. GO GET A REAL JOB!
Ay some desperate dudes actually fall for this lmao
OMG! That’s the FBI Mom! I Love the FBI mom! I guess her son turned into a better person when she and the sister that he’s f*cking, loped off his arms….
Shads real good at facial expressions regardless of style. – Bernie
2020 he’s the only that cares about you motherfuckers.
Well sonic is a about 15 – 16 years old so… he’s back to drawing Lolis/shotas again lol
plz do a part 4 of 2
You should do a Kim possible comic shad 🤷♂️ I mean life if that sounds fun
He’s done one years ago
Google “Kimplants”
Shut up, you stupid racist bitch.
How can I be a racist when I love black and brown cock?
I’ve had black boyfriends. Have you? Or are YOU a racist?
Hahaha
What a joke, but let’s be honest, you’re still a virgin
Nigglet / nigger dildo’s / buttplug dosen’t count as boy friends
Now I’ll go fuck your dead mother some moar
Cuck faggot spotted
Nigga, just because you’ve had black boyfriends like youve said you had( most likely isnt fucking true) that dosent mean that you cant still be rascist…
SAYS THE 14 YEAR OLD WHITEBOY IN MOMMY’S BASEMENT
” Yeah, I have lots of black friends ”
Said the white super sized virgin
Shut your fat mouth cuntfuck
Kill urself
Try shutting it for me, fuckface.
“Kill urself” – what you probably say to yourself every day, living in Spergatory. LOL
Fuck, I really love the sister, can I lick her ass and feet?
Clean your screen before you try,
Bruh make more of this family dude this shit hot
ah that’s hot! That’s hot…
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Eat shit you nazi cunt, you and dumbfuckkkeducator can both goosestep the fuck out of here.
This is fucking awesome
Copy paste or not!
NEIN!
flare leggigs
Shadbasefan33 is my kik;) I’m horny
Cock is one of my favorite tastes. Not only that, but balls smell amazing. It makes me go a little crazy on it to be honest. Like, I cannot get it far enough down my throat to be satisfied. I’m only satisfied when I feel those intense, powerful, salty, hot pumps of cum down my throat. When I sit back on my heels, look up at you with cum all over my mouth and slobber running down my neck, hair all fucked up and wipe my mouth with the back of my arm and ask you if I did a good job and you cannot even speak because I’ve drained all of your energy out the tip of your dick….. That’s when I’m satisfied.
cool, but did anybody ask
Hey Shad. Is it alright, if you do this. A grandmother having threesome lesbian sex with her daughter ( The mother ) and her granddaughter.
I like Your way of thinking.
For me there was fear, fear of my lust for excrement, turd burglaries, and men with dicks & tits but there was also a sense of relief, and at last I knew there was a reason for the way I felt and something I could try to fight. However, the initial thoughts are that if you have a mental illness and is a faggot you will be locked away in an institution, lobotomised, and your life is over. Those thoughts are based, not on what the reality is, but on the incel teenagers perception. A perception based upon generations scared to accept what is different and quite happy to lock it away – and literally throw away the key.
The truth is i was locked away inside a padded cell for many years You need to realise that consuming fecal matter is my passion, while I would smear it all over my fat, saggy body and cellulite covered greasy skin in many ways it is beginning again. Once you realise that then you can accept the illness. You can accept the scat and you can live.
Sadly there were people who roam my in my brain to me who believed these misconceptions and whether through a lack of understanding, fear that it was contagious, like ebola or simply shame, of me masturbating my micro penis furiously to faggot porn, 2 girls one cup, 4 girls finger paint, and especially to my favourite fantasies guy’s with fake tits fucking other men so they distanced themselves and could not deal me having a mental illness. Or being a scat-loving homosexual. These were not just the made up friends in my head, or even close make belief friends also know as the screaming voices they were close family. Sadly it included my brother. Who was my altar ego
That shame, that fear of stigma, meant that I struggled to tell people when I was diagnosed. That I had a mental illness.
And as a flaming faggot, a obese man child who knows i’m in reality a women also i was a professional turd burglar, I had to catch em all, you know like pokemon.
I wanted to taste every variety of shit from solid to liquid diarrhea
It made me feel frustrated, having to bottle in who I was and how I felt. Nothing should be bottled in, especially when you have a mental illness.
When I speak to my self and I, and tell them, happily and with no shame, I have bipolar disorder, then often their reaction is that I look mentally ill, whatever that means.
I still get depressed, I still have days when I don’t want to leave my toilet bowl, crawl under the sheets and hide from pathetic life. I still have days when I feel “wrong”. But I have support, my condition is well managed enjoyment for excrement at the moment, I remember to take my heavy dose of meds and my life is tragic. I have a beautiful pair of juciy man tits I have a good professional job, Still a turd burglar I can talk to my self, and I function. I have a normal life despite being mentally ill pretend female.
Well that’s what I keep telling my other personalities.
A mental illness does define what sick fuck you are.
And I am one BAT SHIT CRAZY BITCH!
Ok
sounds like love to me
LOL! Sounds like Christeeny is roaming around in *your* brain.
Your teasing is so transparent. If she has a dick you’d suck it…
Shut up you racist cunt, save your disgusting bullshit for the next klan meeting dumbfuckkk.
I’m so flattered when one of the dumbfuvk loser makes a comment just about me. Your anger makes my pussy juice and nipples tingle. It’s so gratifying to have fans! I don’t know you but I love you!
Now go lick your mother’s snatch; a couple black guys just blew their load on her vulva.
Why do speak of you self in thrid person dumpster fuck?
You already have admitted to be chris on a previous page.
Someone was replying with recycled ct shit text
And you as dfe said this;
*Why do you use MY old comments, it just show how obsessed you are with me*
Now go fuck your mother some more
HOW CAN U TELL WITH PEOPLE COPYING NAMES AND GRAVATARS AND POSTS?
can you please draw me
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Accepting My Schizophrenia Diagnosis
My first episode of psychosis happened when I was 18 years old. I had just finished fisting my cellulite covered ass with my dead whore mother’s swerved arm, i killed her because of my electra complex so he’d finally would acknowledge me but my faggot daddy did not love me, it was a real blow to mental state, so I had to run away as i was making my way to New York to begin my new prostitute job. Slowly my paranoia and fear that people were out to get me overtook me and in a panic, I drove to an airport and rushed to the nearest security officer. From there I was put in an ambulance and taken to a hospital where I received my diagnosis of schizophrenia.
Once released from the hospital, 6 years after I rushed out the the streets to try and sell my saggy pretend pussy and disregarded my new diagnosis. My diagnosis was just a fluke, I told myself. I am christeeny i told my self, not dumbfuck or bottomcream, educator, nor king monkey mon or the cheat. So two years later, back at home in Indiana, the symptoms returned. The screaming voices in my head was loud, I had no clue who was gonna take control over my obese body. This time worse than the first time. I was sent to an in-patient psychiatric hospital and had my schizophrenia diagnosis confirmed. It was here that I was fortunate enough to learn about the art of scat painting, i’d always loved to fondle with my excrement, smear it on my face, over my morbidly obese body.
But one day while being locked in the padded cell one of my personality took it to far, according to dr. Iznoggod
His name was ANONYMOUS
I ate my fecal matter, it was so delicious
Couldn’t get enough
I quickly got addicted, but a heavy dose of antipsychotic medication later i was on the road to become christeeny again.
But in order to focus on my health I stayed in Indiana’s psychiatric hospital and be close to make belief family and the friends in my head, I resigned from my whore job in New York, but honestly I never did earn money because no one would fuck me.
The strange men only wanted to shit on my fat man tits.
In addition, I participated in research at the faggot clinic to help further the understanding of my disease. I also joined my local NAMBLA and Scat lovers support groups. After my second psychotic episode, I made the choice to not only get better but be a more horrible person; these support structures were there to assist me in that goal.
During the last 15 months I have been receiving care at Faggot’R’us, I believe I have gotten much better. My psychotic symptoms such as paranoia and delusions have only gotten worse. I have grown closer to my make belief family with the help of Dr. Iznogood and an excellent facal therapist. My existing friendships in my head have also been strengthened, and I have made new friends through my support of multiple persona’s. My antipsychotic dosage has been raised and may never be reduced again in the future. In addition, my therapy appointments have been reduced from four times a month to two.
In the next few years, I would like to reduce the amount of excrement i consume on a daily basis I have discovered my own healthy coping habits to overcome any difficulties I may encounter
And the way I do it, is to talk trash to everyone who disagree with me, and tell them to go fuck their mothers some more
As with scat therapy, my fecal psychiatrist appointments will also be 16 times in a month to once every two or three months. I plan to continue going to my local support groups because they are close to the hospital and my padded cell and help me to feel less alone and part of a community, inside my numbskull. Eventually I plan to move into my own place and once again be completely self-scat-sufficient.
copy-pasting your earlier mental illness doth not a writer make
Sexy
Armpit stuffs pls <3
Would You like to make some Hazbin Hotel stuff? I really would like to see how this combination gonna looks like… and remember that Angel Dust is trap.
It’s been said that Angle dust is a trap.
Shad, I beg you. Stop using ESPANGLISH, it gets fucking awful reading the dialogs, if you want to use it then… por favor pon todo el texto en español o todo en inglés, porque se ve horrible.
Właśnie
Shad just gone too much on left. Shame…
Why the fuck do those big toes got 3 joints?
lol, that shit’s fucked
sexy
Awesome!
If anyone wants to talk or do some kinky shit my Hangouts is Shadbase12 and my kik code is 0355
In CELEBRITY SHEMALE two sexually deviant nurses, one herself a beautiful shemale, help hide a Justin Bieber-like superstar from a world that has turned against him. How to permanently hide the most famous and most notorious celebrity in the world? Turn him into a shemale slut!
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I unlocked the manacle cuffing him to the bed. I pointed at the supply cabinet and told him to hide behind it while we got him ready to move.
“I got it!” Cheri announced, holding up the clip
“Good. Unfold it all the way down until the last full loop. I’ll be right back!”
A newly made up gurney rested against the wall of the main ER triage area, right where I expected it to be. “Perfect!” I wheeled it back into the exam room and told Cheri to get my outcall bag out of the spare locker. Jennifer the crossdresser could reschedule tomorrow morning’s appointment.
I left the open handcuff attached to the bedrail and placed next to it the unbent paperclip. Everyone would suspect whoever “John Doe” was, he’d picked his own lock and escaped. Then I pulled the chair up next to the supply cabinet and ordered Jamie to kneel while I dug into the bag for the makeup kit. As an afterthought I dug out a long, red-hair wig,
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
“Making sure nobody can recognize you.”
Five minutes later I had his face painted more gaudily than a Sunset Boulevard prostitute. I put the big, redhead wig on him and he really did look like a Jane. I handed him a bra, panties and breast forms that our crossdresser client wore.
“Take off the old gown and help him—her. Help her into that stuff. I’ll be back”
I skidded back out to the nurse station, relieved to see it was still deserted out there. I went to the computer terminal and brought up the master nursing census for the entire hospital. Yes! There was a vacant VIP room on the surgery ward Cheri and I usually covered—what a perfect break for all of us, especially Jamie! My fingers flew over the keyboard, reserving the bed and giving it a Top Privacy flag. That would keep away all regular staffers and, more importantly, all reporters and cameras.
Five minutes later I was wheeling Jamie into the private room while Cheri helped hold down the fort in the ER. No sooner had I gotten him into the bed I heard the screech of multiple sets of tires outside the window. Two LA County sheriff’s cruisers had pulled up out front and a dozen news vans and cars raced up the street toward the ER driveway.
“Looks like we got you out of there just in time,” I said. “I hope you’ll be smart enough to stay put. I have this room set up as private, no-contact. Your records show you as a woman and so it’s unlikely anyone will come in here. If they do they’ll never recognize you as long as you don’t talk. Pretend you’re asleep and you’ll be okay.” I went to the door and looked back. “One of us will be up very soon, so don’t worry and don’t go anywhere!”
“What… what’s your name?” he asked timidly.
“Shanu,” I said with a smile. “But you’re going to call me Mistress Shanu from now on.”
“Yes… Mistress.”
“By the way, pretty girl, your name is now ‘Mia.’ Got it?”
I left before I could hear her answer. I didn’t want Cheri to be alone in the ER for very long.
* * *
My tummy filled with butterflies when the tall, gorgeous Indian nurse called me “pretty girl” and said my name was “Mia.” It was kind of thrilling. I tried to think of being a girl instead of the terrible trouble I could be in, but it didn’t work. The thought of Chad being dead—even if it wasn’t my fault it happened—and sweet Janine maybe in a coma.
I started crying. I tried not to think of what this could mean for my probation. That seemed selfish.
Fifteen minutes later Shanu and the hot, blonde nurse came back, carrying a big nylon duffel. They seemed upbeat, which made me feel better. Shanu locked the door behind them and then they both stood over my bed. I raised my eyebrows, which the dominant shemale had plucked earlier.
“May I tell hi—her, Mistress?” the blonde cutie asked.
Mistress to her, too? Oh my God!
“You may, Cheri.”
“We have good news and good news… and some not so good news.”
“Tell her the best news first.”
“Your friend, Janine? She opened her eyes in the ICU and she’s probably going to be okay.”
I breathed a sigh of relief until I reflected on the last thing she said. “Probably?”
“She remembers who she is and all that stuff and that she and Chad were in your car. But that’s all she remembers.”
“But it’ll all come back, right?”
Shanu shrugged. “Maybe. Anyway, the other good news is the ER staff came back to work after they heard about the accident. Bad publicity—being understaffed—won’t help the contract talks. So we can be here and figuring out what to do with you.”
“Have you?” I asked, suddenly worried.
“I have an idea but it partly depends on how the other news plays out,” Shanu said. She picked up the TV remote and clicked on the television.
There were two-dozen remote crews and other reporters on the street. My badly wrecked car sat in the background. That hot Channel 3 reporter, Cheryl Porter, who two years ago gave me a blowjob for an exclusive interview, but then I laughed in her face and left—she stood in front of the wreck with a microphone and a smug look on her face.
“Bad boy Jamie Reed can’t seem to stay out of trouble, only this time it appears to be very serious. His car was found—”
“Sorry to break in, Cheryl,” cut in the news anchor’s voice.” It became a split screen between the wreck and the hunky Latino news anchor behind his desk. “We have a new development. We have Martin Sellers at Canyon Medical Center with breaking news. Martin?”
Martin Sellers looked like a San Fernando Valley used car salesman with a five hundred dollar haircut and a five thousand dollar suit. He mugged grimly into the camera. “Yes, Hernando. I’m here at Canyon Medical Center in Beverly Hills, where the three occupants of Jamie Reed’s Lamborghini sports car were brought. Tragically there is one confirmed fatality. We’ve just learned the family has been told so we can reveal that Chad Chasek died shortly after arrival. Mr. Chasek’s father is Larson Chasek, the president of Regent Studios and Entertainment. The second occupant was Janine Keller, longtime girlfriend of Chad Chasek. She is in serious but stable condition. The third occupant is presumed to be Jamie Reed.”
I felt sick for two reasons. Chad was my good buddy, and even though he’d been driving I was partly responsible. The other was that I was signed to Regent. They controlled my money, paid my lawyers. And if Larson thought I’d killed his son. . .
“Please turn it off,” I moaned.
“Mistress,” Shanu reminded me, slapping my dick through my hospital gown and making me yelp.
Tears began to pool in my eyes, knowing my career was over—even if I could prove I hadn’t been driving. All anyone would ever think when they heard my name was I was a drunken murderer. And I knew Larson. He’d go out of his way to fuck with me, even after my career was over. He’d hire men to fuck me up.
“What’s wrong with hi—her?” Cheri asked.
“I think our sexy little Mia just realized her life as she knew it is over, Cheri.” She switched off the TV. “She’ll be put through a circus that makes anything she’s been through before seem like a day at the beach. Isn’t that right, little Mia?”
“Yes, Mistress Shanu,” I cried. “I have nowhere to go that’s safe.”
“Oh, but you do,” she said, her brown eyes dark with excitement.
“Where is that?” I cried. “Where will nobody recognize me?”
“If you put yourself in my hands I will guarantee that nobody will ever recognize you again. Cheri and I will make you into something nobody will ever look for. It will be like Jamie Reed disappeared off the face of the Earth.”
“What do you mean? What will you make me into?”
“A sissy. A cocksucking sissy slut. Maybe even a shemale, or close to one. Are you ready for that, little Mia?”
“Do I have any choice?”
“Yes, you can go face a media witch hunt and the world turning on you like you’re a terrorist.”
I almost fainted at the thought of what was waiting for me if I was caught, which scared me even more than what Mistress Shanu proposed. “What do I have to do?” I asked.
“Prove you can be an obedient little slut. This won’t work unless you become a real sissy slut.” She locked the door and began stripping off her uniform. “Let’s find out if you have what it takes to do it.” She turned to Cheri. “Get your strap-on out of the bag. We’re going to rotisserie this slut.”
“D-does that mean wha-what I think it does…Mistress Shanu?”
“You’re going to find out, little Mia slut. Now first I want you to dress for the occasion. Cheri, get the slave slut uniform out of the bag. The whole deal.”
“Gladly, Mistress,” said the beautiful blonde nurse.
As Cheri dug into the duffel bag for scandalous lingerie I couldn’t believe this was happening to me! I was a huge star, loved the world around by girls and women and gay guys of all ages. I was rich and I could have anything or anyone I wanted. Then I reminded myself I wasn’t that star any longer. I ceased to be him when I got drunk into the passenger seat of my sports car—already on probation for drunkenness—and one of my best friends in the world got killed.
You’re a sissy slave.
Cheri helped me into the outfit and I grew a rock-hard boner just from wearing it. It wasn’t just an outfit, either. In addition to the sheer nylon and lace were a pair of large, lifelike breasts that she used makeup adhesive to bond with my skin, giving me breasts to go into the see-thru bra. I had a gorgeous pair of tits and they excited me for some reason.
I also wore a garterbelt that held up sheer black seamed stockings over legs that were as naturally smooth as my chest. Most exciting of all were the crotchless panties that allowed my thrumming dick to poke out and reveal my true arousal, as well as allowing my asshole to be fucked without taking them off. It was so embarrassing to be turned on by my sissy uniform, but I couldn’t help it.
Shanu picked up the remote control and lowered the mattress to three feet off the floor. “Kneel across the foot of the bed,” the dominatrix nurse said, unbuttoning her nurse uniform and removing it.
Underneath she had sheer white lingerie encasing her large, perfect tits with hard nipples and diaphanous panties cradling a large, long boner just as hard as mine. She stood on white platform sandals, which put her shemale boner at mouth height. As I took my position kneeling across the bed, I was shocked at how much I was dying for her to order me to suck it.
Instead of the order or the thrust of her tranny dick into my mouth, she just stood back and regarded me with amusement. I realized she was amused at my frustration; she knew I was eager to give her a blowjob. That was when I knew she wanted me to beg. I couldn’t help how much I wanted to, despite how humiliating it would be to plead to suck her dick.
If she’s FBI does that mean that sue either is or knows one of those two girls from that older comic?
Fuck yes, finally! The milf was way hotter!
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It’d be cool to see the girl with the black hair get it in her other holes
Get that hung stud to fuck a dude now
What Shadman comics are they from?
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Pls make shotas banging hot chicks again
I fucking love shad’s shota stuff
Been wanting some SS stuff from shad for a while now
Yeah, this Polish Death Camp was awesome.
I just thought about something technically it wouldnt be their grandchildren because they would have the baby
Oh fuck! That was a good tease with Mamacita’s fat ass. Can’t wait to see her in all lewd positions. Hope he will use his mommy’s fat titties to good use.A sloppy tittyfuck with the sister drooling between mommy’s cleavage would be godlike. Can’t wait! Keep up the good work, Shad!
More hit or miss sissy
This is easily the hottest thing comic strip you’ve ever made. I never want this to stop.
The father needs to walk in on this action and fuck the son nice and good
Nah none or that gay shit he should fuck the daughter
oh shit it’s them from the old comics
huh
Make me your chiquawah part killed me. thanks shadman.
remember yall, never actually enter the cervix if you fucking virgins ever get real pussy
Ive done it, finnaly… Ive looked at all of shadbases comics staring from first and going to last. I hope your proud Sharman I did it for you.
nice
When the goth girl and stepmom back?
Yes
we need them pregnant