Fun says, "My Comic - Give Me Solution."

Gila the Crackpot: Oh gosh! I am stressed! I can't take it anymore!

Suram the Goth: Oh, here, try this, this is a good solution for you.

Gila the Crackpot: Gaa! The pain is excruciating! I'll think about using that, Suram. Thanks. Argh! I am very stressed!

Suram the Goth: ...

(The next day...)

Cinta the Clueless Lover: *Sobz* my boyfriend ditched me. I can't live without him! *Wailing like banshee*

Suram the Goth: Oh, have you talked to him regarding your issue?

Cinta the Clueless Lover: I'll think about whether to talk to him or not. *Wailing like banshee* He doesn't love me anymore!

(The 3rd day...)

Hantu the Ghost: I've been sick for many days. This is killing me. I need cure! Give me CURE!!!

Suram the Goth: Here's the medicine for you.

Hantu the Ghost: Oh, that looks good. But I will need to think about it. Oh SAVE ME! I am in pain! The sickness is excruciating! Gaa!!!

(Finally, Suram the Goth can take no more and strangled everyone to their gruesome death...)

Fun says, "My Comic - Driving 101."

Gila the Crackpot: I need to drive car. I can't crack pots fast enough running on foot.

Pandai the Genius: As you wish, I will teach you how to drive.

Gila the Crackpot: I don't want to drive like others. I want to crack pots with my car!

Pandai the Genius: That's easy, always put your indicator the opposite to the direction you intend to turn to. This will cause other cars to swerve around trying to evade you and knock the pots and crack them all.

Gila the Crackpot: You are really a genius!

Fun says, "My Comic - Medical Attention."

Gila the Crackpot: Go! Go! Go! Go chase the ball!

Ubahikan the Modifisher: Chase the ball? Why?

Gila the Crackpot: To kick it into the goal post!

Ubahikan the Modifisher: Oh, this is the famous sport called foodball?

Gila the crackpot: Foosball, not foobball.

Suram the Goth: That's football, f-o-o-t-b-a-l-l! You both need medical attention!

Ubahikan the Modifisher: Oh, medical attention to divert us from foogball?

Suram the Goth: Now I need medical attention...

Gila the Crackpot: COAL!!! Cuckooland beat Notaland seven thousand three hundred forty five to nil!

Suram the Goth: Gaa!!! BOO!

(Thereafter, Gila the Crackpot and Ubahikan the Modifisher have phobia of anything that has to do with ball or balls, which includes fishballs.)

Fun says, "My Comic - Busy?"

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Oh dear Abang, can we go dating tonight?

Abang the Brother: Nope. I have business to do.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Oh sweety Suram, do you want a date tonight?

Suram the Goth: Can't do. I have to go around scaring people.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Hey, booby Hantu, wanna hold some boobs tonight?

Hantu the Ghost: Boobs? I want boos! I want to haunt the president of Cuckooland tonight.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Pengutus, I'm lonely tonight, can you spend some time with me?

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: Gasp! I see emptiness, darkness! Nothing...Gaa...How can someone stand living a life like that?!?!?!?! Gaa!!! (Screaming and running away...)

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Oh, Gila, please say you are free tonight.

Gila the Crackpot: Free? Free pots for cracking? Where? I better go now before other people crack those pots.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: $%@#$%@#&@#, Licik, you better be free tonight.

Licik the Sly: Look, that's superman. (Like Houdini, Licik the Sly disappeared the moment Cinta the Clueless Lover turns her head.)

Cinta the Clueless Lover: $&*!@ Why is everyone so busy? Why am I so free?...#%!@#%*...I WANT A DATE!!!

(Poor Cinta the Clueless Lover's scream shook the whole of Cuckooland, causing the country to sink deep into the Earth, into darkness and emptiness...)

Fun says, "My Comic - Cluelessly in Love."

Cinta the Clueless Lover: Oh, look at Suram the Goth, he is so HANDSOME!

Debit & Kredit the Twin Accountants: Ya, ya. I agree. Agree.

Cinta the Clueless Lover: But he already has a dozen of girlfriends. I don't even know if he notices me.

Jujur the Honest: I don't think you should love him. He is such a womaniser!

Cinta the Clueless Lover: But he is so attractively irresistable!

Gila the Crackpot: Then just go ahead and love him and get hurt. Wee!!! (Jumping around excitingly)

Cinta the Clueless Lover: But I am afraid of getting hurt... :(

Jangka the Predictor: Thou shall not love, for thou art an idiot!

*Whack* *whack* *whack*...

Jangka the Predictor got whacked until he became a 猪头饼...

Fun says, "My Comic - The Great Teacher?"

Setting: Pandai the Genius giving a lecture on cuckoo behaviour to some 200 plus students in the Technology University of Cuckooland (TUC).

Somewhere in the middle of the class...

Pandai the Genius: Being cuckooed means...?

200 plus students: ...

Pandai the Genius: I know you know the answer. Come on, you there at the back. Cuckooness is what?

Pointed student: ...crazy?

Pandai the Genius: Nonono!!! Wrong! You there, the one with green and red strips. What is the meaning of being a cuckoo?

Green and red strip student: Insane?...Maybe burned a fuse or two?

Pandai the Genius: You idiot! That's not the meaning. The word relates to something. Something you all are very familiar with. What is it?

200 plus students: ...

Pandai the Genius: Come on, you are not that stupid. You know the answer.

200 plus students: Do you think we can read minds? How do we know what you want?

Pandai the Genius: The meaning! Come on. Tell me the meaning!

Gila the Crackpot: The meaning is you are a cuckoo! 200 students not understanding you doesn't mean they are all idiots. It means you are a poor communicator. You cuckoo!

200 plus students: (Claps, thunderous claps...)

Pandai the Genius could not take the humiliation and blew the whole building into smithereens with his explosive brain.

Fun says, "My Comic - Introducing Gila."

The setting: In a chinaware shop.

(Crack, Prang, Prang, Crack, Prang, Crack, Crack,...)

Shopowner: What do you think you are doing!!!

Gila the Crackpot: Cracking pots. What else do you think I am doing?

Shopowner: #$%@%!@%!!! You @!#$!@#$!@#!!!

Gila the Crackpot: Why are you so angry? Why do they call me Gila the Crackpot if I don't crack some pots?

Shopowner: (Got a stroke from being overly angry...)

Gila the Crackpot: Serves you right for not knowing I am Gila the Crackpot.