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Inside the Super-Secret Ice Cream Shop Wednesday, November 12, 2003 • read strip Viewing 35 comments:

Simply beautiful.

A comment left by wharfrat was marked lame too many times and excluded. (marked lame by doinkydoink, chomopomomofo, FeralChicken, DHCJohn, PoodleLucy, sumisueme)

I still don't know if that old man is real or just an illusion brought on by Philipe's hunger and fear.

He's real. This is the super-secret ice cream shop, after all.

I cannot think of any job I'd rather have. Provided the super secret ice cream shack had a decent internet connection.

I can't see how having a super secret business could be very profitable.

I would imagine the shop would be funded by a slighty mad billionaire. Once every third year on the second tuesday of tenth month, he would charter a jet to bring no more than seven children to the ice cream shack. Speaking would be strictly forbidden and the only sound would be a phonograph playing a scratchy record by a band whose last member died in 1938.

You are my hero for thinking of this before me.

6 months before you!

I also somehow think of [url=https://www.last.fm/music/Lionel Belasco/_/Miranda?autostart/]this song[/url]

Dangit [url]https://www.last.fm/music/Lionel Belasco/_/Miranda?autostart/[/url]

And if any of those seven children were caught playing Imagination Games, well, you know what would happen to them.

Were it not for the snoring I would have thought that the old guy was dead.

A comment left by tomsonlocal was marked lame too many times and excluded. (marked lame by Zeal, jollysaintpete, Wulvaine, yingkaixing)

It might be a seltzer tap. He would have a variety of syrups on hand to flavor it with.

A comment left by tomsonlocal was marked lame too many times and excluded. (marked lame by Zeal, norm, jollysaintpete, Wulvaine)

it is an ice cream shop ok

You take the seltzer, and you mix in the syrup to make Coca-Cola, pepsi, cherry floats, root beer, shakes. Think soda jerks. No beer involved.

There's a beer on sale with an alcohol content of 43% Not sure how syrupy it is (considering how hard it would be to drink anyway), but that might work as a soda-fountain beer.

You can still hear the rain in panels 3 and 4, drumming on the roof, running off the edge and splashing in the mud.

The key to a successful ice cream shop? Location, location, location...

The thing I like about this strip is that "The Super Secret Ice Cream Shop" wasn't just something Pete said to trick Phillipe into going with him. I mean sure, he probably still intends to murder him, but there it is: a damned ice cream shop in the middle of nowhere.

Hully crap, it's Wilford Brimley!

Which is weird, considering that if anything contributes to diabeetus, it's ice cream.

Anyone else think of The Shining?

What'll it be, sir?
Hair of the dog that bit me.
Bourbon on the rocks?
That'll do her.

The Shining is the only book that ever left me too terrified to walk into my own bathroom.

PROPS, MR. KING.

Philippe is just as shocked as you all are. He thought he was a goner, too.

Man, those slanted raindrops make everything chaotic and terrifying for the last two strips, and then the reassuring vertical lines of the shop make the world turn out all right in the end.

It's brilliant is what I'm saying.

it's all so damned neat and orderly there, nothing bad can happen; all the creepiness vanishes in a small little *poof*

I... uh, I... Don't... understand?

what gets me about this arc is that when nice pete says he's going to take phillipe to a "super-secret ice cream parlor," the reader instantly sees past this feeble lie, knowing that all that's in store for phillipe is an early grave. only later do we realize nice pete was in fact telling the truth, and that nice pete is the kind of person for whom secret ice cream and infanticide are not necessarily mutually exclusive.

this is my favorite arc.

sorry for misspelling philippe.

I love how even Philippe seems surprised that it's ACTUALLY a super-secret ice cream shop and not some jank old murderin' place.

I'm reading through this arc while at work and it has me so unnerved that when a co-worker called my name, I jumped in my seat. Creepiest part: the coworker's name is Pete and when I replied to him, I stuttered because I almost called him Nice Pete.