"Remember kids, throw elbows"

There's no better way to celebrate the miracles of Easter than a maniacal dash for cheap plastic orbs magically filled with even cheaper candy. I always love those wild-eyed parents, pushing their toddler along and frantically throwing eggs in their gigantic baskets, hootin' and a hollerin' and coaching those babies on to victory. We go with a more "let's see what kind of trouble they can get into on their own" approach. This year's hunt was filled with so many exquisite maneuvers that I had no choice but to make these action sequence strips. (click to enlarge)









Once Gage figured out there was candy in those eggs, it didn't take him long to mutate into the Cunning CandyGrabber (all rights reserved).
But Olivia came out conqueror and, as you can see, relished that nasty "peanut butter" cup.
Oh, and one more thing. Why is Palmer's Candy still in business? You're tricked into thinking it's a real live Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, but when you bite into it ~*BLUMMO*~ your mouth is hit with the world's worst candy-like substitute. I don't think any of their stuff is actually edible. It's only decoration for grandmas to pull out and fill their dozens of candy dishes year after year (you know who you are). I wasted my one bite of candy on one of those scuzzy sweets and will never forgive those confectionary conartists at Palmer's.