Fortunately, it’s a short story.
Meaning, yes, it may’ve felt like it took forever, but we’ve finally reached The End, the REAL end, to Baujahr’s trip into nostalgia with the Früms. We milked… er… juiced it for all it was worth, and then some. But at least we were able to work in Peyo’s original creations, Johan and Peewit (no, really! It’s them! Try holding your laptop up to a mirror, you’ll see it) before we closed things off for good.
And for good (or ill) it is. Nostalgia can only take us so far, and while it’s fun to tromp all over and befoul someone else’s creations once in a while, Levi and I are happy to get back screwing up our own. Starting next week, we’re moving onto the second official Book of Baujahr. We hope it you guys are looking forward to it, because we definitely are.
And, after that, join us here for Baujahr Meets the Shirt Tales! But we’ll probably call them Pant-Babies or something equally clever…
