George of the Jungle
I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS GIFSET ALL MY LIFE
This movie is a treasure.
I have no explanation for this. Enjoy my quick comic lol.
I am not sorry.
just testing some eyes animation ^^
this pic took me ages to finish =_=
maybe some cute good cop ^^ people need him
the under one its the real pic
Muhahaha you can guess where those stickers are going. ;)
Best part is I found that suitcase in our loft - it was an old 8-track case I think as it is vinyl / cardboard and is super light. I drew all those stickers based on what everyone could figure from this post, and then made up words/details for ones you could not read at all. aliceapproved suggested the Hawaii/Aloha one tho haha.
"is that another hot dog from the trash"
what a classy man
He’s had too many days sent home with a bloody nose, too many days spent crying in the bathroom because the kids are making fun of his accent again.
He makes his way through the lunchroom nervously. He’s managed this far without incident. His luck was never that good though.
A leg sticks out from under the table. He goes flying. His lunch splattered everywhere and his Coke bottle glasses skittering across the floor. Laugher ensues. Cruel, harsh laughter. He reaches desperately for his glasses but the offending leg that tripped him has already smashed them under his tennis shoe.
"Go back where you came from," Tennis Shoes says. "No one wants you here."
Tennis Shoes reaches for his collar but something inside of him snaps. He bats the hand away and picks up the nearest lunchroom chair in one swift motion.
"Leave us alone," he growls, his voice deep. Tennis Shoes falls over backwards at the looming chair hoisted above him.
"It was just a joke man! Just having some fun!" His voice is high and panicked. The chair inches closer.
He lifts it over his head and throws it forcefully, the legs grazing Tennis Shoes’s cheek. The boy panics and runs, scrambling over himself.
He’s left in the middle of the lunchroom in dead silence.
An hour later his parents arrived. He’s in the principal’s office, being lectured to. His mind is a beehive of activity and thoughts— he can’t pay attention.
"What you did today was very bad," the principal says.
A click. A switch. He feels different now. Like he can finally feel safe.
“Good,” he replies, his jaw set in a tight line.