Then he says, “That’s all folks!”

I drew my first characters on her birthday, behind a locked door. I sketched rubber hose limbs as plates shattered over missed dinner reservations. I added white gloves to hide bruised knuckles, substituted a rolling pin for the skillet. I drew her more like Red Hot Riding Hood than Jessica Rabbit.

I storyboarded the second short personally; two Tasmanian Devils rioting in little boxes, contained by thin black borders that held everything together. I wanted her to see my every thought. I'd known about her and Harvey all along, but when I suprised her with his caricature in a screen test she laughed through tears.

She and Harvey never met at the altar. We took a wrong turn at Albuquerque and sold Harvey’s ring for an Acme subscription.

Looking back, it’s all gags; anvils, bombs, and mallets that do no damage as we just squashed, stretched, and snapped back again.