As a child, I had a Highlights subscription, and I used to think it was the greatest magazine that ever existed. I’d laughed at Goofus, and marvel at Gallant. I’d take pride in finding all the hidden images in a picture. I’d laugh at other children’s submitted drawings on the back few pages. Maybe I’d actually read an “article” every once in a while.
I picked up a copy of Highlights the last time I was at the dentist out of curiosity, and now I feel like I parallel the blond guy’s sentiment. I still have fun and enjoy myself, but whatever is left of my actual “inner child” is rotting away somewhere in a dump.
I did always sort of enjoy the hamfisted preachiness of Goofus and Gallant, though. Gallant seems much too much like a square. Goofus made a lot more poor decisions, but he sure seemed a lot more fun to hang around. Just keep a distance between you and Goofus, and you’ll be fine. Enjoy him from a distance, but if shit gets truly hairy, then pretend you don’t know him and leave the situation.
Here is our Archive of all published Mousebear Comics. Marvel at how terrible the quality used to be (or still is). These are merely cynical musings of two cautiously handsome Schadenfreudes. That’s right, we are increasingly bitterly or sneeringly distrustful, contemptuous, or pessimistic.
We welcome you to our accumulation of visual historical records organized over the lifetime of Mousebear Comedy. These comics have been selected for permanent or long-term preservation on grounds of their enduring personal value.
