Bring Sherman to Our Beach
Running out to get the Sunday morning paper to read the comics just isn’t worth the energy anymore. The comics section of our local paper has slowly taken away all our favorites. Probably the most popular comic strip never to be printed in our paper is Jim Toomey’s Sherman’s Lagoon. Picking up Toomey’s popular syndicated strip might just be a way to boost Sunday sales for our newspaper and restore laughter to people at the Beach. It would give people another reason to buy the paper besides the weekly sales ads. So what would make Sherman’s Lagoon so popular here? It’s simple, we are the hairless beach apes that Sherman loves to terrorize.
Since we don’t have Sherman’s Lagoon in our paper, I subscribe to it through DailyINK to satisfy my Sherman fix. To give you a quick idea of what the strip is about I borrowed their introduction.
“There’s a lagoon called Kapupu near the island of Kapupu in the sunny North Pacific just west of the Elabaob Islands in the Palauan archipelago of Micronesia. Sherman the Shark, his wife, Megan, and a host of other ocean occupants call it home. Occasionally, the hairless beach apes with their so-called civilized human ways try to encroach on the Lagoonies’ tropical paradise. So seven days a week, there’s bound to be high jinks in this coral-reef heaven…”
Sherman is a great white shark who’s not quite all there. No matter how hard he tries, things always seem to blow up in his face. Along with his wife Megan and son Herman, friends Hawthorne the hermit crab, Fillmore the sea turtle, Bob the bottom dweller, Thornton the polar bear, and Ernest and nemesis Captain Quigley, they will keep you laughing every day.


“There’s a lagoon called Kapupu near the island of Kapupu in the sunny North Pacific just west of the Elabaob Islands in the Palauan archipelago of Micronesia. Sherman the Shark, his wife, Megan, and a host of other ocean occupants call it home. Occasionally, the hairless beach apes with their so-called civilized human ways try to encroach on the Lagoonies’ tropical paradise. So seven days a week, there’s bound to be high jinks in this coral-reef heaven…”
