Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for April 18, 2019

Well, there’s proof.

Yeesht!

That’s the yeast of their worries.

Infection or injection?

I can tolerate talking aliens, robots, even Brewster’s being the commander, but talking, walking donuts: nahhh.

Soon he will hit the argumentative stage: “I donut want to do that!”

I bought a dozen donut holes and am waiting (weighting?) for them to hatch.

Just in time for Easter: on Sunday they will proclaim, “He is risen!” (But I’m a good Jewish boy and will be sticking with unleavened bread all week.)

Too much yeast? Maybe he’s just trying to get a rise out of them.

“We all put the yeast in,” the Three Stooges.

So he will grow into a bunt cake. With that I say let them eat cake.

Shouldn’t Mr. Donut actually be a Cruller? :-O

So someone has a yeast infection?

We know 5 women who are between 6’3" and 6’8". They will be seeing today’s strip for a laugh. One of them tells little kids who ask that she is tall because she always ate all of her peas.

A yeast infection ensued.

Pity he’s not self raising.

Hand me that container of powdered sugar…I mean baby powder…

Momma Donut has a Yeast problem?

The son also rises.