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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

National Lampoon's "Good Clean Sex", January 1985 (PART ONE)

MOM: No. Absolutely not.

BONNIE: But Mom. Please tell Daddy to buy me a pony. I've always wanted one.

MOM: You wait until you're old enough to earn the money to buy it yourself... and feed it,... and take care of it.

BONNIE: But when I get older, I'll just end up using sex as a substitute for horseback riding.

MOM: We simply can't afford it. If your father bought a horse now, I'm sure it would only be to cut down on our meat bill.

PEPSI: Hey Bonnie... what are you doing?
BONNIE (looking through classifieds): I'm looking for a job.

PEPSI: Forget it! Look. They all say "Experience Required".

PEPSI (holding the "Erotic Classifieds"): Look at these ads.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

National Lampoon's "The Accidental Issue", November 1984

PEPSI: My period is late!
BONNIE: I thought you just started having them.

PEPSI: I've only had one in my whole life. Now I won't have another one for nine months!

PEPSI: He was too young to make me pregnant! He was tiny. It only lasted fifteen seconds! He didn't even get it inside me!

PEPSI: The sperm must have crawled up my leg.

PEPSI: I'm going to have to get an abortion.

PEPSI: I can't afford an abortion. I'd have to get five years' advance on my allowance.

PEPSI: Do you think age thirteen is too young to be a mother?

PEPSI: I like children. Most of my friends are children.

PEPSI: I was pro-choice before I knew where babies came from.

PEPSI: but what if there really is a little human in there.

PEPSI: A woman's true power is her ability to reproduce the species.

PEPSI: I'm going to keep it! I'll name it after Germaine Greer.

PEPSI (in mourning, dressed in full black): I lost the baby. Do you know any good prayers?

BONNIE: That looks like a blood clot, Pepsi. Maybe your period was just late.
PEPSI: Maybe. But I still want to make sure it has a proper burial.

BONNIE: Donna and Shirley want to bury their Maxi-Pads too.
PEPSI (gesturing at what is practically a graveyard for menstrual blood clots): I'm running out of room in the backyard.
TROTS: I know a vacant lot next to the freeway that would make a perfect menstrual cemetery.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Sorry guys! I've been a bit busy so I haven't had the time to post any new strips this week but don't fret! Your regularly scheduled "Trots and Bonnie" will resume next Tuesday, right on time! - D.B.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

National Lampoon's "Inside: Oh God! Now It's Miss Poland", October 1984

PEPSI (grabbing Bonnie's waist): Bonnie! Your hips are beginning to stick out! What you need is a good workout to tone those thighs.

PEPSI (as Bonnie lifts some concrete blocks): If you build up your shoulders, your hips will look smaller!

PEPSI (as Bonnie does an inverted sit-up): Okay... now touch your toes!

PEPSI (as Bonnie runs on a makeshift treadmill): If you do this enough, you won't grow old and die.

PEPSI (as Bonnie soaks in a hot bath): Sweat out all the poisons in your body and wash them away.

PEPSI (as Bonnie gets shocked with freezing cold water): Now! Close these pores and freeze them shut!

PEPSI (massaging Bonnie): We'll beat the bacon off!

PEPSI (tanning Bonnie's legs): If all else fails, tan flab passes for muscle.

PEPSI (measuring Bonnie's thighs): Incredible progress! You're already showing results!
BONNIE: You mean these bruises?

PEPSI: Now you can reward yourself with this raw-cabbage salad.
BONNIE (chewing slowly): It's hard to chew.
PEPSI: That's the point... it passes through your body with out being digested.

TROTS: This Ben-Gay is soaking into my paw pads.
BONNIE ("enjoying" a warm foot bath): Rub harder, Trots. I've got to get up at five a.m. so I can bicycle fifty miles before school starts.

BONNIE: By the way... you're looking a little pudgy yourself.... why don't you join me?
TROTS: No thanks. I'm planning to sleep in and eat your breakfast.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

National Lampoon's "Fall Fashion Preview!", September 1984 /// CONTENT WARNING: Male Nudity ///

[Bonnie and Pepsi are shown walking to Magnolia Junior High School's First Annual All-Male Beauty Contest.]

BONNIE (cheerfully clapping): He's wonderful! I'm voting for him!
PEPSI (bored at Mr. Caveman): Too many muscles... I'm sick of this health trend.

BONNIE: Oh! He's definitely it! I'm voting for this one!
PEPSI (also bored with Mr. Samurai): Too bad... his body totally obscures his personality;

BONNIE: Oh yeah! He's definitely really it!
PEPSI (disappointed with Bonnie): Physique isn't everything, you know.

[While his leg is only visible, the appearance of this mystery contestant clearly has wowed the audience. Even cynical Pepsi is in awe!]

GUY IN CONDOM COSTUME (singing): If you like to have sex... and you don't want to get V.D....

MR. PROPHYLACTIC MAN (singing with his arms out): You won't make babies, either... if you remember to use me!
PEPSI (excitedly): He's it!

[Mr. Prophylactic Man proceeds the shower his audience with free condoms.]

BONNIE: Wow! Free samples! I'll vote for him!

[Mr. Prophylactic Man is shown receiving his well-earned crown from Pepsi. The audience and faculty alike shower him with unending praise while the other models sulk in envy.]

PEPSI: On behalf of the faculty and students, I crown you beauty king.

[The scene suddenly shifts to a Health 101 teacher presenting Mr. Prophylactic Man in class.]

TEACHER (pointing): ...And this is an excellent example of an expandable reservoir tip.
BONNIE: I never would have thought you'd fall in love with a male model.
PEPSI: I consider him an education tool.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

National Lampoon's "Special Summer Fun Number!", July 1984

GIRL 1: Oh god, Do you think they're watching our butts jiggle?
PEPSI: I hope so.
BONNIE: The one in the middle is adorable.
GIRL 2: He's cute but the one in the red t-shirt is the cutest.
GIRL 3: I love his shoulders.
GIRL 4: I think boys look darling in shorts.
BOY 1: The little one is so cute. I love her legs.
BOY 2: Yeah, but the one in the white shorts has incredible hair.
BOY 3: The one with glasses is really mature for her age.
BOY 4: It looks like she shaves her legs already.
BOY 5: She probably wears a bra, too.
BOY 6: I bet she's hot!

GIRL 1: The one in the blue shorts looks like a fabulously nice person.
PEPSI: You can have him. I want the one with the big feet.
BONNIE: I crave the one in the middle... he's the cutest boy I've ever seen. I'll die if I can't be his best friend.
GIRL 2: I'd settle for alot [sic] of hugging and tongue kissing.
GIRL 3: Oh wow, yeah.
GIRL 4: Let's let them catch up to us so we can see if they're wearing jockstraps.
BOY 1: I'm in love. She's so perfect, I bet her farts even smell good.
BOY 2: I've got to have the little one. I'm going to ask her out.
BOY 3: Not if I get to her first.
BOY 4: Do you think the blonde might like me?
BOY 5: Yeah, but she's too tall... I like looking down on a girl.
BOY 6: Me too.

GIRL 1: Oh no! I chipped my nail polish.
PEPSI: You should always use an undercoat.
BONNIE: Have you tried "Nails of Steel"? It comes with matching hair spray... "Hair of Steel."
GIRL 2: Oh wow, I gotta get some. My hair's so fly-away in this weather.
GIRL 3: Mine too.
GIRL 4: Do you have a permanent?
BOY 1: Did you see that 80-yard T.D. bomb on Monday night?
BOY 2: Yeah, incredible.
BOY 3: Do you think they'll go to the playoffs?
BOY 4: Are you going out for football next year?
BOY 5: Sure. You're gonna see me pound the pig skin into the endzone.
BOY 6: I'll be working the sleds extra hard... I'm gonna be all-pro someday.

GIRL 1: They looked good, but too bad they're such meatbrains.
PEPSI: Boys are so boring. All they talk about is their dumb sports.
GIRL 3: Yeah.
BONNIE: What do we have to do? Study football scores just to talk to them?
GIRL 2: Do you think it would be worth it?
GIRL 4: I just don't think we have anything in common.

BOY 1: Ick. Nail polish!
BOY 2: Do girls think?
BOY 4: They're really cute, but they're impossible to talk to.
BOY 3: It doesn't matter anyway. They don't care about us.
BOY 5: They only like high school men.
BOY 6: Bitches.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

National Lampoon's "This Summer's Movies!", June 1984

DAD (cheerfully, scaring Bonnie to death): Come on, Bonnie. It's a beautiful day. We're going for a ride in the country!

[Bonnie's parents drag her to the car.]

DAD: It'll be fun.
MOM: It'll be good for you.

MOM: Hhhhhhww! Be careful! That car is going to turn left!

MOM: Don't tailgate that truck! You're too close!
DAD: Shut up, Ruth.

MOM: Can't you avoid those potholes?
DAD: You're just like your mother. Nag. Nag. Nag.

MOM: You're going too fast! You'll kill us all!
DAD: You wanna drive? You drive.

DAD: Don't ride the brakes. Put it in gear on hills.

[Bonnie's parents stop to refuel at a gas station in the country.]

MOM: You're not going to fill it with high-octane, are you? It's such a waste.
DAD: I paid for the damn car... I'll put whatever I damn please in the damn gas tank.

MOM: You're driving me crazy. You've got to relax.
DAD: How can I with you on my back all the time?

MOM: You're a miserable excuse for a man.
DAD: I could get another wife, you know... better than you.

MOM: There! Wasn't that fun?
DAD (confused): ?!

[Meanwhile, Bonnie and Trots are taking a leisurely walk through the countryside.]

BONNIE: Wow. This is fun.
TROTS: Yeah. It's so peaceful.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

/// Sneak peak for next Tuesday's strip... guess who just got a couple of great condition late NatLamp magazines and a spare copy of a certain book published by the NYRC? ///

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

National Lampoon's "You Too Can Parody Anything!", April 1984

JANET: Okay. This is beer.

[Bonnie takes a big gulp of the bottle Janet hands her.]

JANET: The point is to keep drinking enough to give you a buzz, but not enough to make you puke.

JANET (smoking): Keep a cigarette going at all times.

JANET (handing the cigar to Bonnie): Hold it gracefully and learn to blow the smoke through your nose. That's french.

JANET: Okay. So now... this is reefer.

JANET: Suck it in and don't leave spit on the end.

JANET: Okay... these are Sartre, Bukowski, and Nietzsche.

JANET: Forget your homework. Read these.

JANET: When the boy puts his tongue in your mouth and his hand down your pants...

JANET: Think about these guys.

[Janet proceeds to ditch Bonnie for a guy to his car.]

BONNIE (clearly drunk): Ish hard to read.
TROTS: Being popular is something you have to work at.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

National Lampoon's "The Sixties' Greatest Hits", March 1984

MOM: Where do you think you're going, young lady?
BONNIE: To the movies,

MOM: Oh no, you don't! You're not leaving this house in a skirt that short.

BONNIE: You never let me wear anything!

MOM: That's much better. Which movie are you going to?
BONNIE: "Kill Crazed."

MOM: Well, you've got another think [sic] coming if you think we're going to let you see that!
BONNIE: What!? Why?

MOM: Because I heard that it had sex in it.
BONNIE: Okay... I'll call Janet and tell her to meet me at "Tales of the Arctic Fox."

MOM: Who?!
BONNIE: Janet Gannett.

MOM: You're not going anywhere with that girl! She smokes cigarettes and god knows what else! Her mother is divorced!

BONNIE: You cow! You old hangnail! You nose drip! Rotten vomit bag! Pork rind!

DAD: I thought you handled that very well, dear.

[Bonnie sneaks out of her room through a precarious tree escape.]

JANET: Let's skip the movie... we can find some guys and hitchhike to an orgy instead.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

I've got a lot of complicated thoughts about the late Gloria Steinem but I thought it fitting to share with you all a strip Flenniken made for "The Big Book of the '70s"

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

National Lampoon's "Special All All-Star Spring Gala / Special All-Comics Issue", February 1984 (PART TWO)

[Bonnie and Pepsi exit the car.]

PEPSI: So where's the pastor?
BONNIE (pointing): I think she's the one in the saffron robes over there by the soul choir.

PASTOR: You must promise to respect each other as individuals...

PASTOR: For what is marriage... but a union of two people who have chosen to get together for disease-free sex.

PASTOR: Let your bond also prove that a man can nurture and do his share of the housework, too. ...You must share your feelings, but not your bank accounts...

PASTOR: ...For a wife must remain financially independent so she can get the hell out of if her husband turns out to be a rat.

PASTOR: Go now... joined in the eyes of god, but separate in life.

[In the distance, two cars can be seen going their separate ways down two roads. One half of a "just married" sign is on each respective car.]

PEPSI (in distress, throwing out her speech): Separate honeymoons!! Waaah!!
TROTS: Why is Pepsi crying?
BONNIE: She wanted an old-fashioned weddng.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

National Lampoon's "Special All All-Star Spring Gala / Special All-Comics Issue", February 1984 (PART ONE ONLY!!!) /// I totally blanked on posting this strip yesterday. Sorry! ///

PEPSI (in the backseat, travelling to a wedding): This back-to-romance movement sucks.

PEPSI: weddings are disgusting. The place will probably be full of couples. Ugh.

PEPSI: Everybody is getting married these days. Whatever happened to playing house?

PEPSI (pulling a piece of paper out): When the minister asks if anyone objects to the marriage, I'm going to stand up and read this speech I've prepared.

PEPSI: Yes! I object to all marriage! ...For in it, women trade their most productive years for a false sense of security.

PEPSI (side-eyeing Bonnie): The husbands might let them get jobs to pay half the rent... but the wives still have to do all the housework!

PEPSI (covering her eyes): Then their husbands leave them for younger women.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

Anyone know someone who might own a copy of "Presidential Losers" by Shannon McCormick? I'm trying to track down two images of presidential candidates that might have been drawn by either Shary Flenniken or Roberta Gregory. Thanks!

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

National Lampoon's "1984: Little Brother Is Watching You", January 1984

[Bonnie and Pepsi alongside their friends are in aerobics outfits.]

PEPSI (with Kathy proudly looking on): What a darling chair, Kathy! Where did you get it?
GIRL 2: It's fabulous!
BONNIE (putting a record on): Yeah. It's great.

KATHY (presenting her chair): Can you believe this... I found it in a dumpster! Someone was throwing it out!
PEPSI: Fantastic!
GIRL 2: Incredible!
BONNIE: It's so cute!

BONNIE: That's how I got this sweater... someone just tossed it out!
PEPSI: It's so darling.
KATHY: It's in perfect shape.
GIRL 2: It's great!

PEPSI: People are so wasteful... They throw out great stuff.
KATHY: Incredible!
GIRL 2: So true... I found a whole ser of dishes in the trash on my way home from school.
BONNIE: Fantastic!

PEPSI (to the great concern of her friends): Yeah! I found this great revolver... and this wallet.. in a garbage can!

PEPSI (stumbling a bit from their disapproval): Um... well... the firing pin is a little shaky... and the wallet was empty... but... uh...

[LATER]

TROTS (dragging a large garbage bag along): Bonnie!... Come look at the incredible stuff I found in the trash!

BONNIE (wincing at the smell coming out): Ook...

BONNIE (angrily turning back to Trots): It's garbage!
TROTS: Yeah!... Isn't it great!?

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

National Lampoon's "Holiday Jeers!", December 1983

TROTS: Hi.
DOG 2: Hi.

TROTS (circling around the other dog): What are you? A male? Or a female?

DOG 2: What do you mean, stupid? Can't you tell the difference?!

TROTS: No... it's just that you're so fluffy, I couldn't see your wienie.

DOG 2: Keep your eyes of my wienie!

TROTS: What's the matter? Afraid somebody might bite it off?

DOG 2 (getting ready to pounce on Trots): I'll bite your fuckin' ears off!

[Trots and the other dog start wildly attacking each other until their respective owners come to stop them.]

BONNIE: Trots! No!
GIRL 2: Fritzie!

[The two girls work together to pull their dogs away from each other.]

GIRL 2: Fritz... my itty bittums! He attacked you!

GIRL 2: Oh, my poor darling. Are you hurt?
BONNIE: Shame on you.
TROTS: I was just helping Fritz prove his manhood.

BONNIE: Why can't you be nice?
TROTS: I was nice... I let him live.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 14/08/2026

National Lampoon's "Dilated Pupils", October 1983

MOM (scolding Bonnie laying on the couch): We're not going to give you money anymore, Bonnie... It's time you started paying your own way around here.

BONNIE: But I'm a kid. I'm not supposed to work.

MOM (sits down onto the couch): I was talking to your sister's Girl Scout leader the other day and she said her husband is a doctor.

MOM: She says he can find something for you to do at the hospital after school. Isn't that nice?

BONNIE (after being dropped off by her mom at the Brick Mason Memorial hospital): Whatever happened to child labor laws?

[Bonnie is stunned to learn that she will be working inside of a morgue.]

MORGUE WORKER (handling a dead body): Oh good. You must be Bonnie. You're just in time to help me saw this rib cage.

MORGUE WORKER: Come on over here. Let me show you this urethra.

MORGUE WORKER (to Bonnie, who is covering her eyes): What's the matter? Never seen a dead man before?

BONNIE (suddenly enthused): Wow! I've never seen a naked man before.

BONNIE (excited, much to the horror of her mom): Look, mom! I got my first paycheck... and these tumorous lymph nodes... and these tumorous lymph nodes!
TROTS: One day on the job, and she's already bringing her work home.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

National Lampoon's "All-Star Gala Self-Congratulatory Issue", September 1983 /// CONTENT WARNING: Underage Drinking ///

[Bonnie and Trots are sat at a table.]

BONNIE: I feel awful.

BONNIE: I'm never going to find a boyfriend. I know why... it's because I'm to fat.

BONNIE: I'm so depressed. I'm a hopeless chubbette.

BONNIE: I am going to try getting drunk.

BONNIE (grabbing a bottle a wine): This is an anesthetic, right?

BONNIE: I want to forget everything and experience oblivion.

[Bonnie takes a rather large gulp of the wine.]

BONNIE: I'm still depressed.

BONNIE: Doesn't this stuff work?

BONNIE: When am I going to stop feeling fat?

BONNIE: I steel feel horrible, only know I'm dizzy.

BONNIE (into the table): Waahh!

[Bonnie opens the fridge and starts eating whatever she can until she passes out. Trots lays at her side until she wakes up, presumably hours later.]

BONNIE: Oh no. I ate all the peanut logs.
TROTS: You ate all my Gainesburgers.

BONNIE (back at the table with a couple of bottles near her feet): I feel awful.
TROTS: Dog food gives me a hangover too.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 07/08/2026

National Lampoon's "E.T. and John Glenn: Remarkable Coincidences, or What?", August 1983

[Bonnie and Pepsi are at a gender-segregated party.]

PEPSI: These parties are so boring. All the boys are so boring. I'm so bored.
BONNIE: I really don't expect to meet anyone... I just came to watch.

PEPSI: Oh my heart, one of them is coming over here, to No-Man's-Land.

PEPSI (increasingly ecstatic): He's crossing into the twilight zone.

PEPSI (with unmeasurable enthusiasm): He's heading this way!

BOY (talking to Bonnie): Hi, cutie. Want a drink?

[Pepsi frustratedly looks at the reader.]

BOY (grabbing Bonnie's arm): Don't you hate parties? Let's go upstairs to my room.

[Pepsi whistles nonchalantly. Bonnie and the boy finally return.]

BOY: Thanks, babe. Gotta go now. I'll call you.

BONNIE (talking to Pepsi, surrounded by her disgusted peers): Ick! He tried to touch tongues!
PEPSI: He's not going to call you, you know. They never do.
BOY (walking merrily back to cheers of his peers): Wow! It was fantastic!
PEER: Congratulations!
PEER 2: You scored!
PEER 3: Incredible groundwork!

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Catalina [comics reading roundabout] @fairywarriorcat.bsky.social · 28/07/2026

An homage to the "Trots and Bonnie" comic strip containing what I would consider trademarks of the strip: menstruation, anxiety freak-outs, horniness, and effortlessly fluid cartooning.

a stylistic parody of 1970s comic Trots and Bonnie by Shary Flenniken about Zephyr's bouts of anxiety around their menstruation

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

National Lampoon's "Annual Swimsuit Issue", April 1983

[Bonnie and Trots are sat on a couch as Bonnie works up the courage to call a boy she knows.]

TROTS: Why don't you call him?

BONNIE: It's so hard to think of what to say.

BONNIE: If I was incredibly beautiful, I wouldn't have to say anything.

BONNIE: There'd be so many boys around, I'd be tripping over them on my way to answer the phone.

BONNIE: I could pick and choose the ones I liked best.

BONNIE: They'd do anything for me, just to be near my gorgeous body.

BONNIE: They'd take care of me, They'd treat me like a princess,

BONNIE (frantically): They'd touch me and stroke me and make me feel good.

BONNIE: All I'd have to do is sit there and be adorable.

TROTS (interrupting): Sound pretty much like being a dog.

BONNIE: I guess that means I'll have to develop a personality.

[Once again, Bonnie and Trots stare at the phone until Bonnie finally calls him.]

BONNIE (trying to sit cool): Hey, Nelson. How do you feel about aggressive women?

TROTS: Now ask him if he wants to tip over some garage cans and then go for a romp in the park.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

National Lampoon's "Warning!", March 1983 /// CONTENT WARNING: Nudity and Foul Language ///

[Bonnie, Pepsi, and Trots are sitting on a stage.]

BONNIE: My fetal acting career is going down the tubes.
PEPSI: This school play is a total snooze.

BONNIE: "A Midsummer Night's Dream" was considered a with-it play back in the sixteenth century.
PEPSI: Well, gag me with the Gregorian calendar.

BONNIE: I think it might have some jokes in it, but I can't understand the dialogue.
PEPSI: It needs a rewrite. More sex.

PEPSI (furiously writing): We'll change all the forest scenes to bedrooms. The audience will be jerking off in their seats.

[Bonnie and the Gang look at the freshly painted posted of Pepsi's play, "A Hot, Steamy Midsummer Night's Wet Dream".]

PEPSI: For the first time in history, a school play will show a profit.

PEPSI (in a scandalous outfit for a school play): Through the bedroom have I gone, but g spot found I none... on whose eyes I might approve this herpes force in sadomasochistic love.

GIRL: Oh! As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.

[Pepsi pushes Bonnie onto the stage. Bonnie, wearing a horse mask, fumblingly waltzes onto the stage, seemingly forgetting her line as she does so.]

BONNIE: Uh...

BONNIE: Er...

BONNIE (sweating): Uh...

[The panel extends to a larger shot of the stage and audience.]

BONNIE: Oh shit!

[The panel jump cuts to the end of the play where Bonnie and Pepsi receive a rapturous flower storm and applause.]

BONNIE: I blew my line!
TROTS: They loved it. It was filthy.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 17/07/2026

National Lampoon's "Raging Controversy!", February 1983

[The panel opens with Bonnie and Pepsi sitting on a couch.]

PEPSI: Bonnie... I'm your friend... I gotta tell you... you are terminally passé.

PEPSI (holding a record): What is this! You throw a party and expect people to listen to The Beach Boys!?!

PEPSI (pulling on Bonnie's outfit): And this outfit! Out! Out! Out!

PEPSI: Vienna sausages on toothpicks? Cheez whiz?

PEPSI (throwing Bonnie's stuff into the firepit): There's nothing like a ritual burning to make you feel like a new woman!

BONNIE (covering herself): Now that I don't have any clothes or records or food for my party, what do I get?
PEPSI: What do you mean, "What do I get?"

PEPSI: Bonnie, these are important matters of taste. It takes time to develop panache.

PEPSI: I can't do everything for you.

PEPSI (comforting a sobbing Bonnie): Oh. Okay. I'll loan you some stuff.

[The panel shifts to Bonnie's party as a row of guests in exactly Bonnie's previous outfit shows up. Bonnie dressed in Pepsi's loaners looks in frustration at Pepsi.]

GIRL: Bonnie! I hardly recognized you!
BOY: Could we turn this music down? It's giving me a headache.
BOY 2 (speaking to Bonnie): Do you have any Cheez Whiz to put on this celery?
TROTS: The thing I love about my coat is knowing that it'll never go out of style. What I don't like is that I have to wear it while it's being cleaned.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 14/07/2026

National Lampoon's "Fresh Air Issue", June 1980 /// CONTENT WARNING: Nudity and Accidental Death ///

[The panel opens with a top-down view of Bonnie, Pepsi, and Trots walking through a luxury retirement complex.]

PEPSI: This retirement condominium is really youthifying my grandparents.
BONNIE: Why is it surrounded by barbed wire?

[Bonnie pulls Trots' leash to prevent him from pooping on the pavement.]

BONNIE: There's no place for Trots to ca-ca.
PEPSI: There's an official pooh-pooh spot around here somewhere.

[Bonnie and the gang arrive at the designated "Canine Comfort Area" which is covered with various dog poop-related warnings.]

PEPSI: You're right, Bonnie. This place is pretty tight-ass. Let's go swimming and loosen up!

[Bonnie and Pepsi head off to the sauna.]

PEPSI (while undressing herself): It's okay to get naked... everybody's at the bingo game.

PEPSI: What a life! No wonder they need guards at the gate to keep the rabble out.

[Pepsi senses Bonnie and Trots are not thrilled with their sauna stay and decides to go to the pool and cool off.]

PEPSI: Now for a refreshing plunge!

[Bonnie and Trots jump into pool and find that it is rather cold.]

BONNIE: Yaahh!
PEPSI: It's a bit chilly... I'm gonna warm up in the jacuzzi!

[Similarly, Bonnie finds the jacuzzi to be quite warm.]

BONNIE: Hot!
PEPSI: Sure! That's why they call it a hot tub!

[Pepsi gets out of the hot tub to adjust the settings to be a bit more comfortable for Bonnie.]

PEPSI: I'm turning on the bubbles and turning up the heat!
BONNIE: Wow!

PEPSI: Aa a a h h. Nothing could bring me down now.
BONNIE (worried): Your grandparents are coming.

[Much to their alarm, Pepsi's grandparents arrive to the hot tub with their old-fashioned swim suits and wear.]

PEPSI'S PA: We're going to join you girls.
PEPSI'S GRAN: Bingo always wears us out.

PEPSI'S PA: My my... it's hot in here. You girls shouldn't stay in too long if you're not used to it.

PEPSI'S PA: Gracious! I hope this heat doesn't throw off my pacemaker out of whack. Let's all get out.

[Pepsi's grandmother starts turning red and soon keels over, much to the shock of everyone else.]

PEPSI'S PA: Don't just sit in there! Run to the infirmary and get the doctor!

[Bonnie and Pepsi shamelessly try to sneak out of there without helping Pepsi's grandmother. As they do, her grandfather sees that they are nude and also keels over prompting Pepsi to attempt CPR.]

TROTS: Maybe if you'd put on your clothes on he'd start breathing again.

PEPSI (in mourning clothes): Now who's gonna send money at Christmas?
BONNIE: Don't feel too bad, Pepsi. You inherited their condo.
TROTS: But she has to be sixty before she can move in.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 10/07/2026

National Lampoon's "Tenth Anniversary Issue", February 1980

[The panel opens with Bonnie and Trots on some sidewalk somewhere.]

BONNIE: I think I'm getting old, Trots.

BONNIE: I get up, go to school, come home, find some excuse to not do my homework... I watch twenty year-old reruns on TV 'cause there's nothing new happening these days... and go to bed early 'cause I'm tired all the time.

BONNIE: Nothing really interests me anymore.

BONNIE: I look at all this stuff in the store windows... and there's nothing I want.

BONNIE: I don't want to go out and play...

BONNIE: I don't want to visit my friends... they all seem boring and vapid.

BONNIE: Even people I see on the street seem surreal and weird...

BONNIE: ...They look like they're wearing grotesque masks... shallow, painted-on smiles... eyes rolling in dull surrender to imbecility.

BONNIE: Look at this poor jerk! What an ugly. pathetic creature... he should be put to sleep. He looks, like he's asking to be put out of his misery.

MAN (eagerly right in her face): Hey! I just want to tell you... you're beautiful. Really beautiful.

MAN (waving goodbye to Bonnie as he goes on his way): Have a beautiful day!

BONNIE (looking into a store display): Oh Trots! Look! Electric Disco roller skates! I want 'em!

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 30/06/2026

National Lampoon's "Fall Potpourri Issue", September 1979

[The scene opens with Bonnie reading a book as her mother comes in and chides her.]

MOM: Oh, Bonnie... I see you're not doing anything...

MOM: Umm... I have something to tell you... and it's going to be very pleasant for either of us.

MOM: Someday... you'll discover some uh... blood... uh... between your legs.

[Bonnie looks at the reader stunned.]

MOM: This is something that happens to all girls when they're about thirteen or so..

MOM: It's probably the worst thing that ever happens to a woman 'til she gets married.

MOM: Anyway... it's the end of childhood... and the begining [sic] of thirty or forty years of worrying about getting pregnant.

MOM: This stuff... it's not really even blood... it's the lining of your... uh... womb... fluid and waste matter.

MOM: It'll flow out for about a week... then it'll come back again and again every month for almost the rest of your life...
'til you're used to it...

MOM: ...Then it'll stop... and you'll be old.

MOM: Here's a little book called Growing Up and Liking It.

MOM (hand to her head): It hurts, too.
BONNIE (timidly): Thanks, Mom.

BONNIE: Do you want to read this?
TROTS: I'll wait for the movie.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 16/06/2026

National Lampoon's "International Communism and Terrorism Issue", May 1979 /// CONTENT WARNING: Nonconsensual kissing and mentions of blood and gore. ///

[The panel opens with Bonnie and Trots walking towards the entrance of a movie theater for a date. In the distance, a dorky, poorly dressed guy is seen waiting for Bonnie.]

TROTS: How could you consent to a date with bubblebutt?...
BONNIE: Who wants to go to the movies alone?
TROTS: He makes you pay your own way.

[Bonnie and the boy walk up to the attendant.]

BONNIE: Two, please.

GEEK: Oh boy! I've been waiting to see Night of the Psychotic Razor Fiends ever since it was condemned by the Reader's Digest!

GEEK: Look at the size of that blade! Wow! They're thin-slicing the baby!

[The geek grasps Bonnie's hand.]

GEEK: Oh! Hold my hand! She's buried alive in a coffin with one of the fiends!

GEEK: Incredible special effects! The bedroom looks like blood soup!

[Bonnie starts to feel queasier as each new terrifying scene comes and goes.]

GEEK: Terrific! He's cleaning her like a fish!

[The geek wraps his arm around her neck and pulls her closer to him in utter glee as he fixates on the gruesome scenes, much to the disgust of Bonnie.]

GEEK: I don't believe it! Intestines can't be that long!

[Without her consent, the geeks pulls Bonnie in for a long and deep kiss. Yikes, dude! Bonnie recoils and makes an excuse to go to the bathroom as the unrepentant geek grins insanely at her.]

BONNIE: Excuse me... I have to go to the bathroom!

[Bonnie meets up with Trots outside the theater and vents about her experience with the geek.]

TROTS: Walked out, eh?
BONNIE: It was horrible and nauseating... but the movie was great.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

National Lampoon's "April Fool!", April 1979 /// CONTENT WARNING: Nudity ///

[The panel opens with Bonnie calling for Pepsi as she gets ready in her green room, the girl's restroom.]

BONNIE: You're on in five minutes, Pepsi!
PEPSI: I'm almost ready.

[The panel shifts to the stage as Pepsi presents herself at the "Parade of Stars" talent show.]

PEPSI: This is my poem called "Power."

[Pepsi proceeds to completely undress herself by taking off her paper outfit. Unravelling the dress, she reads it line by line.]

PEPSI: So you think because I wore pink booties, I'm not good at math?...

PEPSI: You think because I shave my legs, I can't change a flat tire...

PEPSI: You think because I can get pregnant I shouldn't talk dirty...

PEPSI: You think because I don't wear a jockstrap, I can't drive a forklift...

PEPSI: You think because I play with dolls, I can't fire an M-16...

PEPSI: You think 'cause I have lace on my underpants, that I don't like to drink beer and watch football...

PEPSI: You think because my tits stick out that I don't have wet dreams...

PEPSI: You think that 'cause I don't have hair on my chest that I can't fight back?...

PEPSI: You think because I have nothing dangling between my legs that I'm not as tough as you?...

PEPSI: Well, surprise. surprise, I have a penis hidden deep inside me!

PEPSI: It is sleek and strong...

PEPSI: And I use it to screw those who would have me spend my life in the kitchen...

[The panel shifts to Pepsi's body once again, revealing that Pepsi has been reading from a roll emanating from her vagina. A heap of uncurled paper pools haphazardly below her. ]

PEPSI: I use my secret prick to impale those who think of me as a baby machine!...

PEPSI: The throats of big-mouthed sexist pigs will be the receptacle for my enraged sperm.

[Agitated, two people swiftly come to take her off the stage, much to her protests.]

PEPSI: Hey!
BONNIE (dumbfounded): That was a long poem...
TROTS: And a wet one.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

Another obscure Trots and Bonnie sketch I dredged from the depths! Anyone have a clue where this might be from?

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 11/06/2026

Sorry for the delay, I lost power for a couple of days due to some incredibly stupid people -D.B. National Lampoon's "Chance", March 1979

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 05/06/2026

Second part from "Trots & Bonnie Meet the General's Daughter" in Dopin' Dan #1, 1972(ish)? // It turns out there's a scan of Dopin' Dan on IA lol. I don't know how I missed that. Please enjoy the latter half of this wonderful strip! //

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER (holding several glass eyes): See? Aren't they nifty? Durable too! Those chinks make amazin' stuff!

BONNIE: I was just admiring this lovely coffee table...
GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: Oh yeah, Daddy brought that back from Vietnam.

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: Solid mahogany, with inlaid Viet-Cong skull. Pretty design, isn't it?

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: How do ya like the German helmet flower vase? It doesn't hold much water 'cause of the bullet hole.

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: But it goes nice next to the tattooed lampshade. They're both antiques, very rare!

BONNIE (a little freaked out): Does your Daddy bring you... uh... toys?
GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: Well, I like to play with...

[The girl opens a cabinet, pulling out a small mask of a goateed guerilla head, much to the shock of Bonnie and Trots.]

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: ...This shrunken guerilla head!

BONNIE: Hey! That's far out!

[Bonnie puts on the mask.]

BONNIE: Look!
GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: Oh goodie!

BONNIE: Grrrr! Off all the imperialists pigs!!
GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: I'm gonna get my machine gun!

[As Bonnie walks around with her guerilla mask, the girl's mother comes in. She is shocked and appalled by the sight of Bonnie in her living room.]

BONNIE: Kill the Yankee dogs!
WINNIFRED's MOTHER: Winnifred?! Did anyone call while.... EEIIKK!! Good lord!

[Bonnie then proceeds to walk into the table and trips on it, sending her into freefall.]

BONNIE: Oops!
WINNIFRED'S MOTHER: Oh, no!

[Her fall and the resulting impact completely destroy the beautiful, mahogany coffee table and everything else on it. Bonnie looks up to Winnifred's mother with an sheepish smile. Suffice it to say, she is not amused.]

WINNIFRED (hand covering her mouth): Ulp!

[Bonnie and Trots are swiftly kicked out of the house. As they walk away, Winnifred's mother's berating are heard.]

WINNIFRED'S MOTHER: How many times have I told you to keep your Commie friends out of here!?!

[The sound of a hit is made.]

BONNIE: Poor Winnifred...
TROTS: ...Crying her eye out.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 02/06/2026

Excerpt from "Trots & Bonnie Meet the General's Daughter" in Dopin' Dan #1, 1972(ish)? // I couldn't find a "decent" and "affordable" copy anywhere so I'm relying on this partial scan I pulled from an muddy source online. You'll just have to accept it as is, sorry!" //

BONNIE (hesitantly): Hi! Can I join the game?
GENERAL'S DAUGHTER (playing with marbles): Sure! ... As long as you don't win..... I'm the Generals' [sic] daughter!

BONNIE (on the ground): My, this is a strange marble. I've never seen one like this before.
GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: That's my eye.

[Bonnie ,looking directly at the reader, puts her hand onto her stomach, clearly queasy as Trots blankly does the same. At the same time, the girl opts to just pop that eye right back in.]

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: Genuine hand made porcelain from Hong-Kong. 'Rolls better than an Aggie!

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: Daddy brought me six of 'em. 'All different colors! Wanna see?
BONNIE: Why not?!

[The girl invites Bonnie inside her home, although they'll have to use the back door.]

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: This way... children and servants hafta [sic] use the back door. C'mon.

[As they make their way up the backstairs, the girl turns her back to Bonnie and warns about the following.]

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: Your dog can come in, if he doesn't make a mess on our antique Persian rug.

[Bonnie calls for Trots, who is currently peeing on a racist "Jocko" statue (look it up!) informing potential guests that the house is a wheelchair residence.]

BONNIE: Here Trots!
TROTS:: Hmmmm.... quiet fellow.

[The group make it inside of the girl's kitchen.]

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: Mother usually makes guests take off their shoes before coming in.

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: But she and Daddy are still at the officer's club celebrating, 'cause we won the army-navy game again.
TROTS: That game ended last Saturday.

[The panel shifts to girls heavily decorated and furnished living room.]

GENERAL'S DAUGHTER: Guests aren't allowed upstairs,. so you wait here while I get my eyes.

[Getting a bit impatient, Bonnie decides to touch the glass coffee table.]

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 29/05/2026

National Lampoon's "Heterosexuality", February 1979

[The panel opens with Bonnie and Trots strolling on the sidewalk when Bonnie suddenly spots a talking bird atop a bird stand labeled "Talking Bird", by a pet store.]

BONNIE: Oh, Trots! A talking bird! He'd be the perfect pal for you!

[This piques her interest enough for her to take a quick look inside, leaving Trots with the bird.]

BONNIE: I'll go in and see how much he costs.

BIRD (looking down at Trots): "I think the first prerequisite to civilization is an ability to make polite conversation." W.H. Auden
TROTS: "Knowing when to keep your mouth shut is more important opening it at the right time." Malcolm Forbes

BIRD: I never met a man I didn't like. Good things come in small packages. Mmm.. mmm... good! You... you never looked so good. You... asked for it... you got it!

[Trots hangs his head down.]

BIRD: Excuuuuse me... I'm a wild and crazy guy. Slim away inches. Here's lookin' at you, kid. Look out for number one. Save your own life. Life is unfair.

BIRD: We're bullish on America. I think they should give it back to the Panamanians! We stole it fair and square. Give 'em hell, Harry! Down with the Shah! Who killed the Kennedys?

BIRD: A diamond is forever. Made with all natural ingredients. It's the quicker picker-upper. Don't leave home without it. A name you can trust. Say it with flowers.

BIRD: The quality goes in before the name goes on. Help shrink swelling of hemorrhoidal tissues! Get your act together. Get off my case. May the force be with you.

[Trots is visibly annoyed at this point, waiting for Bonnie.]

BIRD (singing): Last dance... last chance for love. You light up my life. Heeere's Johnny!

[Fed up with the bird's repetitive slogan glib, Trots decides to get rid off it through violence. He puts his paws on the window sill so he can reach and kill that annoying bird. At that very moment, Bonnie finally exits the store.]

BONNIE: Whew! Let's go, Trots... that bird costs three hundred dollars!
TROTS: Hmmm... interesting. 'Tasted like chicken.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 22/05/2026

National Lampoon's "Food & Festivity", December 1978

[The panel opens with a bird's-eye view of Bonnie, Pepsi, and Trots selling cookies door-to-door in suburban Magnolia.]

HOUSE 1: We can't buy these cookies... they're full of preservatives.

HOUSE 2: Girl Scout cookies? I'm sorry. We no longer consume sugar.
HOUSE 3: Girl Scouts?! Ha! You're F.B.I., aren't you!? Aren't you!!

PEPSI(?): I feel like we're trying to sell poison.
BONNIE(?): If we don't get rid of these cookies, we'll have to eat 'em all ourselves.

[Bonnie and the Gang approach another home.]

BONNIE: We could give them to Trots... he loves cookies.
TROTS: They're bad for my fangs.

[As soon as Bonnie and Pepsi make it to the front door, the man residing within opens it to greet them both.]

MAN: I might be very interested in your cookies... but you'll have to convince me that you really believe in your product.

[Bonnie and Pepsi enter the man's home, placing down their bags, as they try to follow the man's demands.]

MAN: First... take off your clothes and see how many cookies fit in your mouth at one time.

[Bonnie and Pepsi comply and are now completely nude. The man then commands them to do increasingly uncomfortable actions which they tentatively follow.]

MAN: Balance a cookie on top of your head and jump up and down.

MAN: Put the cookies between your knees and walk like geishas.

MAN: Now... find the cookie I've hidden in a secret place on my body.

[The panel shifts once again to a shot just outside the front door. A concerned Trots is forced to listen to shenanigans occurring inside the home.]

MAN: Let's see if your cookies go limp in a steamy bathroom!

[A while later, an ecstatic Bonnie and Pepsi, in various states of undress, run out from the home, hooting and hollering.]

PEPSI: He bought all our cookies!
BONNIE: We've earned our merit badges in saleswomanship!
TROTS: You now have a great future ahead of you... as Avon ladies.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 21/05/2026

OOC: I don't want to feel like I've been living under a rock but when the hell did the Sinfest guy start making fucking pro-pedophile Nazi shit?

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 19/05/2026

National Lampoon's "Goofy-Time Fun Mirror", November 1978 /// CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of Bombs, Plane Hijackings, and Explosions ///

[The panel opens with Bonnie's marching band in line at the airport.]

PEPSI: Just think! In twelve hours we'll be in Vienna winning the Johann Strauss Eighty-Fifth Annual Battle of the Bands!
BONNIE: Boy! I thought we'd never sell all the candy bars it took to finance this trip!

[Bonnie and Pepsi stand behind a large sign that reads, "Warning! Air Piracy is not a laughing matter! It is unlawful to joke or make references to hijackings or related criminal actions. Offenders will be prosecuted. FAA. Reg Sect 40??. Bonnie and Pepsi look towards each other with mischievous grins.]

PEPSI: Say! Did you hear the one about the hijacker's mother-in-law? She made 'em take the plane to Miami Beach.
BONNIE: Hee!

PEPSI: How many Pakistanis does it take to hijack a jet? Two hundred to fill up the plane and one to write the ransom note.
BONNIE: Ooh! Hoo Hoo Ooo!

BONNIE (laughing): Oh please sir could you take this plane to Cuba or should I shoot myself?

BONNIE: What's purple and carries grenades in its combat boots? Yassir Aragrape!

PEPSI: What did the South Moluccan terrorist say to the pilot? Nothing! He didn't recognize him 'cause he was wearing sunglasses!

PEPSI: And then there was the Mad Bomber who mailed five sticks of dynamite to his nearest relative and smuggled his insurance policy onto the plane.

BONNIE: What costs ten million dollars and blows up?!!

[Bonnie and Pepsi are reduced to fits of snorts and wheezes at their plane jokes.]

PEPSI: Whew! Yawk! Snuck!
BONNIE: Har Har Hoo Snort!

[Behind them, a stern and angry looking security guard(?) [Look, I don't really understand how airport security worked before 9/11. I'm like 19, okay?] appears.]

BONNIE: Hey... if I take my gun on the plane, do I have to sit in the smoking section?

[The guard lifts a cackling Bonnie and Pepsi away towards their holding cell as the rest of their band looks in shame.]

PEPSI: Oh! Hee! Yuk Yuk Yuk!
BONNIE: Hee Hee Hee Hee Hee Snok!

[Through a couple gaps in the barred window, Trots relays some information about the band.]

TROTS: The rest of the band says they're not really mad that you made them miss the plane and lose the contest... and they'll bail you out as soon as they sell enough candy bars.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 15/05/2026

National Lampoon's "Entertainment", October 1978

[The panel opens with Pepsi talking to Bonnie on the job at her uncle's drugstore.]

PEPSI: Sure, the job market for teens is tight... but there's always room for an imaginative go-getter in sales work.
TROTS: It also helps if your uncle Eckerd owns a drugstore.

PEPSI: With sheer merchandising expertise... I can sell half the store to someone who comes in to use the phone!

[At that very moment, a boy around their age enters the stores to buy condoms.]

TEEN (awkwardly): Uh... excuse me... I'd like a twin pack of Uneeda rubbers, please.
PEPSI: Oh, please... allow me to introduce you to our modern line of precision engineered pleasure sheaths.

PEPSI: They not only protect you from vicious diseases and tragic pregnancy... but now they're specially designed to provide a cornucopia of erotic delights!

PEPSI (stretching out a rubber): For instance... this vulcanized double belted radial for greater traction! In assorted colors to suit your mood.

PEPSI (sensually holding a ribbed condom): Perhaps this "Pleasure Bump" model... made from the natural membranes of ulcerated sheep!

[The boy and Bonnie are visibly grossed out by this.]

PEPSI: How about these unique "Hollywood Celluloid" condoms?... "Starwars" with little R2D2 on its tip... "Jaws" with a fin... and the latest, "Grease"!

PEPSI (pulling his face directly into hers): I myself could really go for a man who buys this generously lubricated, extra long, banana-scented tickler with thousands of raised rubber studs!

[Predictably, Pepsi shirks her responsibilities and goes off with the boy to use the upsold product, leaving Bonnie and Trots to man the counter.]

PEPSI: Hey, Bonnie! You can have my job!

[Bonnie and Trots comedically decide to utilize the condoms in the manner of circus balloons, inflating and shaping them into various kinds of animals and objects. They litter the counter in a delightful fashion while only being marketed with a makeshift sign that reads, "buy these DeLightful Rubbers!".]

BONNIE (cheerfully): Utilizing aggressive sales techniques, I can sell enough of these to give hours of enjoyment and maybe get a promotion!
TROTS: Blow me a Dachshund.

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Occasionally Trots and Bonnie @trotsandbonniefan.bsky.social · 13/05/2026

Sorry you guys, I completely blanked on posting a strip today, I've been busy lately. It'll come tomorrow but to make it you, I'd like to share this (admittedly) very annoying novelty song by the guy who wrote "Spirit in the Sky", mentioned in Nov. 1972! youtu.be/vRFo72wuU6w?si=LznPqVGG6_2unXhZ

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1966 Dr. West’s Medicine Show and Junk Band - The Eggplant That Ate Chicago (mono 45)

YouTube video by The45Prof

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