Toad: Doomsday? Yeah, I Got This.

Toad: You people need to prioritize!

New strip!

Toad: Uh oh. Minister: Ack! This is a girl’s room! Toadsworth: We can’t be in a girl’s room! Toad: The things they keep in here I don’t want to see.

The Gooey Kablooey

Author's Note: It is with heavy heart that I must inform you all that my hard drive went kaput earlier this week and that my ability to produce Cleanup Crew will be severely limited in the coming time. And if that telltale clicking noise it makes means anything, it probably means damage I can't afford to have professionals repair. Luckily not everything is lost. I have a few outlines of yet to come arcs still preserved and might be able to set ship back up before the week is out. But that's the optimistic interpretation. Maybe I'll have to go on hiatus for a time (I hope not, but no promises). If I do have to go on hiatus, I want to thank all of you who supported the comic for the past year. It's always encouraging to know people enjoyed my work enough to come back for more. So Thank You, one and all.

“DEAR, RICH PRINCESS DAISY! HOW I LOVE HER (father’s money)!”

CONFOUND THOSE MARIO BROTHERS

I HATE MARIO, I HATE LUIGI, I HATE YOSHI

Toad: I keep a list of all the bad ideas I encounter in life. This is now Item 7.

Toad: I sense satisfaction to be imminent.

Bowser: We’ve been here for over a month and I STILL haven’t got anything to do. This is NOT what I signed up for!

(Author’s Note: Lazy sketch of the Daimao).

Luigi: Took you long enough! Toad: Oh, sure, blame the short guy! Mario: Let’s-a Go!

Peach: HAPPY NEW YEAR, PUNK!

(Author’s Note: In honor of the occasion, a full-color panel for you).

Toad: Whoa, sorry, dozed off for a second. …Er, wait, was drowning part of my script? (Author’s Note: Whoo! One year anniversary!)