Just something quick for today, everyone, because you should be reading the latest issue of Defenestration!

Winslow and Kurt’s research isn’t wrong. I was watching a bunch of old science fiction movies with the crew of the Satellite of Love recently, and space is definitely filled with beautiful women. But let’s be honest: in the Ben & Winslow universe there are some very important rules that should be followed at all times. First, never wear a green shirt. Second, never eat anything Winslow makes. And third, never do anything Reya the Misanthrope suggests.

Last week I drew Winslow at the beach, separated from his body. Now his body has wandered off without the rest of him, probably to get more ice cream. But really, the only reason this strip exists is because I wanted to draw Winslow’s head strapped to the top of Little Winslow’s head.

I don’t often draw my characters on the beach, but damn it, they’ve been working really hard and could use the vacation. So here we are. At the beach.

Classic video games have very distinct smells. Q-Bert smells like cardboard boxes and Muppetflesh. Pac-Man smells like Kix cereal. And Dig Dug smells like topsoil and helium.