You Gotta Have Faith
Sponsored by Shannon Magnan, a.k.a. Luny
I miss my old stomping buddy, there’s no one left to get into trouble with and no crayons either.
The Script For Today's Comic!
Buffy vs. Alan GreenspanKARLA LOVES BUFFY
You Gotta Have Faith
Karla, Tanner, and Tom are at a strange café (it doesn’t have to be very well drawn – just a different background color), sitting around. If it matters, it’s about 7:00 at night, but you shouldn’t go nuts for this one.
KARLA (getting up to get coffee): I’m getting my cappuccino. You want anything, Tanner?
TANNER (cheerful, but slightly artificially): No, I’m fine.
TOM: So did you like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Tanner?
TANNER (surprised that he enjoyed it so much): Actually, yeah, I did. It’s a really good show. I just have problems with the way Karla showed it to me.
TOM (Slightly concerned, but not overly so – he’s in on this): How so?
TANNER (surly, but not surly enough to actually mention it to Karla – he’s not actually angry, just grumptacular): She hauls me off to watch Buffy because she’s a big fan – and worse, she assumes that now that I’m single and have time to spare, all I want to do is watch them all in one huge marathon. For three weeks, I’ve been doing nothing but watching Buffy, just to keep Karla happy.
TANNER (looking around): And now she’s dragged me off to a hotel bar clear on the other side of town just because she wants a special cappuccino. That’s selfishness, Tom. Pure selfishness.
KARLA (Holding a cappuccino in one hand, handing something to Tanner with the other): Here you go.
TANNER: What’s this?
KARLA: Tickets for the Buffy convention at the hotel this weekend. One thousand Buffy fans, mostly girls, mostly single.
KARLA (brightly): And now you have something to talk about with them, and a friend to introduce you!
(Instantly as the words leave her lips, Tanner has swept Karla up in a huge hug, almost weeping with joy as he engulfs her. For comedic effect, he may well be kneeling as he embraces her around the waist. In that moment Tanner looks happier and more grateful than we’ve ever seen him in his life.)
TANNER (small words, hanging in the void of a large balloon): I love you.
KARLA (looking not scheming, but oddly content as she gently strokes his hair): Knock ‘em dead, tiger.