Scooter & Skipper Blow Things Up!

by Con Chapman

Okay—you've been following the adventures of Scooter & Skipper on Fictionaut since the second administration of the second Bush—for free.  Now it's time to pay the piper, or at least the crazy guy on the corner banging on the plastic buckets.

Scooter & Skipper

Today is release day for Scooter & Skipper Blow Things Up!, published by HumorOutcasts Press, and what a joyous occasion it is for lovers of innocent tales of boyhood hijinks.  Because in America you're innocent until proven guilty, and Scooter & Skipper didn't even get caught!

This is a truly special occasion for me, as Scooter & Skipper is my 45th book of humor.  Believe me, it's not easy writing 45 books of humor.  You have to write 44 first, and 43 before that, and so on—it really adds up!  You have to endure the slings and arrows of critics, nay-sayers, wet blankets and sticks-in-the-mud who think humor is . . . disreputable.  But most of all, you have to face the indifference of the world, which can get free amusement on TV, the internet and even public libraries if you don't mind the homeless guys researching their paranoid manifestos.

Dad humor is a tired pop-lit genre, which Scooter & Skipper hope to revive through sinister subversion.  Is it wrong to burn down your civics teacher's woodpile?  I don't remember any Save the Civics Teachers Woodpile Act of 2011.  Is it wrong to take LSD?  Not if you don't inhale—just ask President Clinton!  And what's the good of having a chiminea in your back yard if you can't blow it up?  These are questions that have troubled mankind since the dawn of suburbia.

So close out of this post—right now—and head on over to amazon.com to get your copy and relive the halcyon days of boyhood.

Remember: You're only young once, but you can remain immature—forever.