(Via Pleated Jeans.)
My childhood ambitions aren’t that far off:
Profession: Teenage mutant ninja turtle, all the way. (Donnie, to be exact—which makes the panel above so much more accurate.)
Wife: April O’Neil…or her skintight jumpsuit.
Car: A regular dinosaur would’ve been cool, but I always wanted to ride a Dinobot to school. Or Falcor. (Shut up; I was eight.)
Home: I always wanted to live aboard the Enterprise-D, but Castle Grayskull would’ve been a very, very close second.
Best Friend: Hobbes the Tiger.
Backyard would have: …the most bad-ass R/C racing circuit you’ve ever seen.
All dinners would include: …a giant punchbowl filled with Combos snacks.
Kids would be named: Anthony and Johnny (read John Bellairs to get the reference).
If your childhood plans had panned out, what would they be?