Today’s strip is based on a joke you may have heard before: Two muffins are baking in an oven. The first muffin turns to the second and says, “Is is hot in here, or is it just me?” And the second muffin says, “Holy shit, a talking muffin!”

If you hadn’t heard that joke before, I’ve just added muffiny richness to your joke repertoire. You’re welcome.

Originally, last week’s comic was going to contain both the witches AND the results of their potion, but the idea was too long to put into a single strip. So I split it up. Also, I have no idea why I decided to draw a kitten in Winslow’s pants. It just felt like the right thing to do, you know? Winslow likes cats, so I don’t think he really minds.

This whole scenario is a problem waiting to happen. Winslow should not have gone to witches for help with his relationship hangups, and he sure as hell shouldn’t have given them Little Winslow as payment. I don’t know who’s in more trouble: Winslow, or the witches. Because everyone knows Little Winslow has the upper hand here. He’s a bundle of amazing in a tiny package!

Kate has lived in her home for many, many years, but only after a recent homeowners association meeting did she discover that her house, and in fact much of her neighborhood, was designed by insane physician/architect/end-times enthusiast Ivo Shandor. The arcane street layout has been collecting negative magical energy for decades, and it has finally reached enough power to make eggs cook themselves on counter tops!

Sometimes I get so caught up with these monstrous mutli-panel comics that I forget Ben & Winslow started out as all single panel all the time. I’ve been working on several art project this week so it was a good excuse to draw something simple. Also, I’m sorry that “something simple” involves a juvenile penis joke. I can’t resist!