Posted by Harry Tran on 08.19.09 @ 17:21
Days have gone by since Harold’s last adventure to Wichita. Deep within the confines of a shady neighborhood, Harold was working on his latest invention: a magic lamp. No, this is not a magic lamp that contains a genie, but a lamp with a light bulb, that when turned off, changes your location.
Eager to use his invention, Harold pulled the switch and the lights went off. Imagining Wichita and turning the light back on would immediately transfer our hero back to his home town.
This time, while in Wichita, Harold decided to lift some weights so he could get really strong and attract all the superficial women who don’t already like him. Of course Harold needed a spotter and called his old friend Scott and told him to meet at the local Genesis Health Club.
Ah yes, so the plan for the afternoon had been set, but what can Harold do to kill the time? Digging through his closet, he found a soccer ball and went to the local park to practice his shooting skills.
Little did he know, Team HATE just happened to be at the same park at the same time Harold was practicing. What evil plans did they have for Harold this time?
So the girls approached their supposed friend from Chicago and asked him what he was doing that evening. Harold, who is usually unaware of their evil intentions, told them he was going to the gym with Scott and invited them to come along too.
After working up a sweat on the soccer field Harold promptly went to the gym to get a good workout with his friend Scott. They were doing bench presses, squats and all sorts of exercises to get muscular.
Whew, both Harold and Scott were so tired so they took a water break. While they were taking their water break, the mischievous Team HATE sneaked into the weight room and added two hundred pounds to Harold’s bench. For some unknown reason, Harold did not check the weight before benching and the weights fell on him, trapping him on the bench.
Oh how could he let this happen to him again? Harold was careless and paid dearly for it. Shortly after the gym fiasco, there were pictures of him being trapped under weights all over the internet. Team HATE may have won another battle, but Harold will never surrender the war.
Somehow worming his way out of the weights, Harold returned to his room back at home and turned out the lights. Instead of imagining himself in Chicago, he imagined himself in a world where he would have friends, money and his driver’s license.
Too bad that’s not how the magic lamp worked.
Disclaimer: Soccer balls were drawn to the illustrator’s best abilities. Scott disappearing is not a plot hole, it is merely storytelling genius. The appearance of the magic lamp changes from the first drawing to the last drawing; just go with it.
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