A Daily Dose of the 1970s in Action
"I came for the cakes. I stayed for the comments." – An Official Review from “Anonymous”
Superbaby, you are always dressed for the occasion.
I can’t fault your definition. But there’s something else bothering me.
On the one hand, at least The Super Dictionary isn’t encouraging children to jump out of trees. On the other, it’s still kind of making it sound like it’s not all that bad to fall out of a tree.
Sometimes I wonder about how much you like children, Super Dictionary.
Daddies have birthdays?!
Mind. BLOWN.
I’m not sure that it was very responsible to let Superbaby bake a cake. I mean. He is Superbaby.
But apparently “Superbaby” ranges in age from an infant who can swim away in a river of his own tears to a small child who petulantly eats ice cream cone signs.
A rare appearance from Ma Kent!
I can’t tell if Superbaby is crying or yelling “PRAAAAISE JESUS!”
It could be either.
I’m not really sure how Ma Kent didn’t notice that Superbaby was crying for so long that there was a literal river of tears, though. Maybe she was out in the fields.
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Hopefully Ma Kent will be able to console Superbaby in time before he floods the farm, but come back tomorrow to find out the truth! Or just come back tomorrow for more crazy definitions from The Super Dictionary!
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Superbaby is so kawaii!!!11!! ^o^
I don’t see why Superbaby would crawl into town when he can fly.
I am a little curious about his baby-cape, though. Did Ma Kent just starch the crap out of it? I’m loving his little super-onesy though! So summery! So fresh! And that spitcurl on his forhead? Perfection.
But I don’t think I’ve ever seen a baby crawl like that. But that’s just me.
I do appreciate the inclusion of baby wrist-fat wrinkles, though.
Rargh! Superbaby want ice cream cone! Superbaby want GIANT ICE CREAM CONE!
All I can think of is that time Homer Simpson stole the Lard Lad Donut in Treehouse of Horror.
I love that everyone whoever is chastising Superbaby is just very calmly stating that he should be eating real ice cream cones instead of a piece of a sign.
I also love how angry Superbaby looks.
What the #@$% is that thing.
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Okay. So setting aside the fact that it’s pretty awful to keep your pet in a cage underground.
What the fuck is that thing?
Some kind of alien stone gorilla?
Something tells me that that ambivalent look of pleasure on his face combined with the way he’s squeezing that banana is just his weird alien stone gorilla brain slowly contemplating how wonderful it would be to smash Superbaby’s head into mush if only he could get out of his cage below the ground.
What adventures does the letter “B” have in store for us?!
I can’t wait to find out!
Whoa. Where are your cool clothes, Superbaby?
And I guess all babies are boys. So all babies are born boys, and at some point they just become girl babies.
Sounds good.
(I also really love that they used the “this is the plural” sentence to try to instill in children that no, they shouldn’t assume their baby siblings are indestructable, and no they won’t grow up to be stronger than you.)
Just look at that snappy Kryptonian baby-suit
I wonder if there’s supposed to be an explosion in the background that Superbaby was looking at.
Maybe that was just too grim.
