Meal Deal with the Devil!!

by Dan Abbott, Corbett Redford, Jason Chandler (Illustrator)

Overview

Meal Deal With The Devil combines a story book with a five-song CD EP (including two “story songs”) from the devious San Francisco Bay Area musical satirists Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits. The CD comes with a read-along storybook, illustrated by Jason Chandler of Horrible Comics—it's an adult version of those children's books you used to have with the record that let you know when to turn the page. Meal Deal features three brand new & exclusive Bobby Joe Ebola tracks for bratty little monsters of all ages, as well as a two story song tracks that you can read-along with! Chandler’s detailed, full-color art brings the MacNuggits’ wry, twisted humor to the page, an epic mash-up that results in a hilarious carnival ride for the eyes and ears. This mutant offspring of comics and rock from the heroes of the underground is definitely for you, not your kiddos—and it's destined to be the kind of collector’s item that won’t stay on the shelf!

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781621066880
Publisher:	Microcosm Publishing
Publication date:	11/15/2013
Series:	Punx Series
Pages:	32
Product dimensions:	6.40(w) x 7.60(h) x 0.30(d)

About the Author

Dan Abbott and Corbett Redford grew up in the suburban wasteland of Pinole, CA (or haven’t grown up at all, depending on who you ask) and became intimately familiar with stripmall food service jobs there. Since 1995 they have been making music and trouble as the satiric folk-rock duo Bobby Joe Ebola and the
Children MacNuggits, which has ruined otherwise pleasant evenings for thousands of unsuspecting concertgoers. The band tours the world often and has possibly become a little too used to the smell of one another. Their newest record, Trainwreck To Narnia, is available through Rooftop Comedy Productions. The two somehow manage to afford to live in the San
Francisco Bay Area.

Dan Abbott and Corbett Redford grew up in the suburban wasteland of Pinole, CA (or haven’t grown up at all, depending on who you ask) and became intimately familiar with stripmall food service jobs there. Since 1995 they have been making music and trouble as the satiric folk-rock duo Bobby Joe Ebola and the
Children MacNuggits, which has ruined otherwise pleasant evenings for thousands of unsuspecting concertgoers. The band tours the world often and has possibly become a little too used to the smell of one another. Their newest record, Trainwreck To Narnia, is available through Rooftop Comedy Productions. The two somehow manage to afford to live in the San
Francisco Bay Area.

Jason Chandler is the author and illustrator for Horrible Comics and the lead singer for the punk band the Frustrators. He lives in Oakland, California.

Read an Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

DOWN AT THE JAMBOREE

It was lost some time ago and no one ever thought to look for what was missing was not written down in some old dusty book. You could reel it more than see it, like balance or like karma, everything had its purpose and we shared this place with honor.

So I'm going to try to fix this break between animal and man. I'm gonna start by tearin' apart the way I make social plans. Won't throw some normal soiree or give another boring party. It's time the world sees; fun ain't just for you and me. Yes, next time I throw a shindig I'll be sure to save some seats for those with whiskers, wings and fins; four legs and furry feet.

Now I'm not picky, don't protest much. It's not like me to brag, but I'd rather head on down to where it's all hops, jumps and wags. Summon the fertile and the feral from the barnyard to the kennel. Open the coops and aviaries. Shoo the tops of the libraries. Invite the zoos and estuaries. Call the fleas and the bees o'er the plastic in the seas. Have the beast & fowl & folk alike down at the jamboree.

There's something special about the kind of films I like to watch; ones with kooky critters cracking jokes and kicking crackers in the crotch.

I knew it as a little kid. I know it more now that I'm older; without our furry friends around the world would be a whole lot colder.

So promise me next time that you have your friends over for food that you set some places at the table for your pets and their friends too.

Summon the fertile and the feral from the barnyard to the kennel. Open the coops and aviaries. Shoo the tops of the libraries. Invite the zoos and estuaries. Call the flees and the bees o'er the plastic in the seas. Have the beast & fowl & folk alike down at the jamboree.

THE TOWN WITH NO BEER

Put down that baby and lend me your ear. I've a tale of great grief and sorrow 'bout a town with a grey cloud hovering over its todays just like its tomorrows ...

Pinole was a place of cheap spirits and ale with its pubs all staying open 'til two. Their patrons were merry, unshaven and broken. Their teeth were all rotted clear through.

On September 11th, in the year of the serpent the rain fell in sheets of wet anger. Some townsfolk took shelter in a dingy ol' tavern with an old sign that read, "The Green Lantern."

Smoking, the "F" word, a jukebox and neon awaited all those in retreat. The sounds of the soggy, the tired and drunken drown the sound of the rain meeting street.

The tap had been running non-stop for an hour. The keg began sputtering white. So Jeffrey sent Timmy, who sent old MacGregor to go to the back and see why.

MacGregor, he lifted his arse from his chair, his demeanor arthritic and doomed. With a huff and a grumble. He shuffled on back to the dripping and dismal keg room.

As he opened the door he could smell all the years the floor had been catching lost beer. A rat in a hurry squeaked as it scurried down from a shelf out of fear.

So MacGregor he began to examine the keg by proceeding to fidget its nozzle. He lifted and pulled the hose end right off and air hissed out of the spout hole.

MacGregor, his eyes, grew very wide. His mouth started twitching and twisting. He grabbed at his heart with a stiff, quaking hand and cried out as if he was dying ...

In the town with no beer the worries are near and the beer truck is stuck in the rain. Yes, the worries are near and we wish they weren't here. Cos the worries, they cause us great pain.

(Continues…)

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Editorial Reviews

"Funny and ironic and perfect for jaded, cynical adults, such as myself, who desperately need to laugh at their own warped perception of the world."  —Melissa Webster, The Huffington Post

"Highly recommended if you’re over the age of 13 and want a dose of creativity that the mainstream outlets just can’t deliver." —Shahab Zargari, verbicidemagazine.com

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