Yes, he's green.

He's always been green.
The only thing that's changed is that now I actually know why.

Oh dear.

Is that going to make the family reunion awkward.

Happy birthday Book One!

I finished you a year ago today.
I should really think about getting you out of that box.
(But your little brother is just so impatient about being written.)

Congratulations, you have a name.

Now if you could only tell me what his is, we'll be all set for part three.
(If there's going to be a part three.)

Well that's another four days I'll never get back.

I only hope the sky doesn't decide to rip when I try painting it again because I really don't want to have to retrace everything a third time.

Don't say that to him.

It really isn't going to help the situation.
In fact, it's going to undo everything you've just accomplished.
Good job.
Better luck next time.

Get growing.

The facts speak for themselves.

I won't say that I just spent the last hour listening to Dmitri Shostakovich's "Suite No. 2 for Jazz Orchestra, Op. 50B - Waltz 2."
I will, however, say that the scene in question really required it.

Well that's a relief...I think.

"He won't be aloe this time."

I hear they can be avoided with good brushing habits.

Book two just got its first plot hole.

(Rest assured, trained professionals are working to correct the problem in a timely manner.)
(They just have to find the right Spackle and trowel.)