WEEKLY MONSTER 108



Good afternoon. Here, as promised, is Weekly Monster 108. It's a strange creature, this one. Is it on the attack? Is it escaping frantically? Or has it simply lost its marbles for some unknown reason? Hard to tell. Is it alone? Is it part of a large group (not shown)? I wonder...

I hope you'll shine some light on the issue. I can't wait to see what you think!
Mostly because... you know... 344 LOVES YOU

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10 Comments

  • Danielle
    25 July 2007 11:38 am

    This one’s like a pelican, but 1,000 years from now when the only creatures alive may be cockroaches and the like. I’d like to think it hasn’t lost it’s marbles, but is still forced to be on a rabid search for food. It looks like the only food those teeth are meant for are rocks.

  • Teresa
    25 July 2007 3:03 pm

    This guy is definitely in the army. Hard core teeth, small body to easy fly in and sting the enemy–hard head to withstand impact. How violent.

  • 25 July 2007 3:58 pm

    I really like this one! Good job. As you can see this one used to fly around to eat its enemies but it did too well and has outgrown it’s flying body. Saddened but not disheartened, it now hangs out in Australia dropping out of trees onto its suprised tourist prey.

  • 26 July 2007 7:55 am

    Sgt. M. is so fierce; he’s always the first one up the hill, screaming “AAAAAGGGGHHHH” as he pops up out of the jungle wearing his leafy camouflage. All of his men have followed his lead and worn huge helmets with eyeholes cut in them for more protection.
    As the head of Costume watches, she feels very pleased; but she was really hoping to work on the feel good movie of the summer. So much for that.
    (it’s the first “helmet” image that makes us think of the military right away, i think)

  • 26 July 2007 9:16 am

    Helga came out of the splicer a little discombobulated, but none the worse. In fact, she was pleased to discover garb befitting Patton (Helga had seen the movie on the tele-picture-beaming thingy one day while resting in the eaves of a log cabin) where her head had been.
    “Ah,” she thought, satisfied, bumping up against a few trees for testing purposes, “perfect for dive-bombing unsuspecting picnickers.”
    For many weeks Helga ate like a queen. She was invincible! Her helmet-head gave her much protection and led to bounty the likes of which a mere wasp could never imagine.
    Helga’s head had hardened…but not her teeny, waspish heart. She was completely unprepared for the day when she flew past the cabin at the end of the block and noticed a being that looked suspiciously like one of her own new breed on the tele-picture thingy.
    The humans called him “Marvin the Martian.”
    “Oh Marvin,” crooned Helga, “Marvin, canst thou not see that we are the same, you and I?”
    But Marvin had eyes for aught but a curious four-legged companion, who wasn’t even properly spliced.
    Helga bided her time. She chewed a hole in the screen door, and hung out in the eaves of the cabin where they watched Marvin on the tele-picture thingy. She ate the drywall to pass the time.
    When Marvin next appeared, Helga flew to him with all speed, driving herself against the screen with such passion that it made her head ring.
    But the splicer that had given her such a gift was also a curse, for her helmet-head kept her from getting close to Marvin.
    Her helmet made a most pathetic noise against the wall the kept her from Marvin: Plink! Plink! Plink!
    Too late, Helga saw the big humanoid come towards her with the newspaper. “Whut in the sam hill?” he muttered, and swung at her.
    Helga turned her helmet towards the man and zoomed straight through the paper before he could react. Startled, the man, stumbled, tripped, and fell right onto the tele-picture-beaming thing, which shattered into a million different pieces.
    Marvin was nowhere to be seen among the detritous.
    Today, Helga can be found working for Wasps In Denial of Their Headresses, a not-for-profit based in Washington, D.C. Many of her counselees have been in love with Marvin the Martian. Helga safely shepherds them through their delusions. Everyone is happier for it.

  • Stephanie
    28 July 2007 3:40 pm

    “Always on Duty.” That was Herman’s motto. He always seemed on duty. Yesterday he had to watch over Lucy’s babies. They called it “baby-sitting,” he saw it as being on duty. Today he had to patrol the garbage dump because Omar “The Fearless Leader” Thompson had gotten word from Gerald “The Snitch” Baker that the Rebels were coming to steal the good garbage. I know what you are thinking…”the good garbage?!” But yes, there was good garbage and the Rebels were coming to steal it.
    Nobody knew when exactly the Rebels were coming but that changed nothing. The good garbage must be protected at all costs. Today that cost was Herman’s only day to sleep in and then play a game or two of volleyball. He felt cheated, but he knew the price had to be paid.
    He tried to remain positive as he slowly flew around the perimeter of the garbage dump. Occasionally he would spot something he wanted to look at closer; things partially buried under various piles of refuse. Something shiny would catch his curious eye and he would take moment to investigate what it was.
    “Hey Herman!” he heard someone holler. “Herman!”
    Herman turned and saw Walter “No Nickname” Smith flying toward him. Herman heaved a sigh of relief. He shift was over and Walter was coming to take over. He was thrilled that he had made it the whole shift with no sign of the Rebels.
    “Have a good night, Walter. And good luck!” Herman said as he flew toward his home.
    Another day of being on duty was done. But in his heart he knew, soon enough he would be back on duty, in one way or another.

  • Frank Lynn Mint
    31 July 2007 1:37 am

    It’s a very africanized killer bee. His name is Darth Luftwaffe.

  • Sue Bebie
    26 May 2008 4:34 am

    Mückengeneral Miesewetter ruft zum Angriff.
    “Männer! Zähne ausfahren! Bereitmachen zum Biss!
    Die Handvoll Vegetarier in seiner Truppe findet diesen Angriff zum Kotzen. Sie werden sich hüten Epidermis zu ritzen, stattdessen werden sie lieber ein paar Härchen krümmen, äh, zupfen.

  • Spooks
    10 August 2009 8:12 am

    Hi Mr Bucher
    I stompled over this site purely by chance (I’m still not sure how I got here…!)
    And now I’m stuck and loving every monster of it!!!
    This one is one of my all time favorites! 😀
    And might I mention that I’m eating a cereal called Spooks while I’m enjoying your monsters…! XD
    Way to fun
    You rock!

  • 10 August 2009 2:19 pm

    Thank you very much for the kind words, Spooks! I’m glad you found the Daily Monsters, and I appreciate that you took the time to leave such a friendly comment. I’m also impressed that you have your own cereal. (This wasp Monster is a favorite of mine, too. :^)

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