The surprise party for Flint was first written for the end of Chapter 5. Originally the parents were going to come straight home from the airport and Cass hadn’t told them about their transformations yet. Flint had been giving her flak for keeping him inside their house all week, and Cass realized that her brother needed to be with his friends again. She invited them all over after the Argo situation ended. The parents then arrived at home after the party, finding Cass, Flint, Noah, Morty and Jen waiting for them, and everybody explained what had been going on.
That ending didn’t seem like the natural way to deal with the dynamics between Cass/Flint and Cass/Parents, so it was thrown out. I really liked the idea of getting some closure for Flint’s “grounding”, though, and this party feels like the right thing to do after Flint’s first flight and first personal victory at Attic High.
This is the first chapter of UTC to show events that happen on two different days. My writing style for a very long time had been to begin and end a story during a single day, with no interruption or time skips. It was never deliberate. (Except in Seven to Seven.) It’s just something I did. Chapters 8 and 9 helped knock me out of that mode of writing.
This is as close as UTC will ever get to an “It was all just a dream” ending. That’s not a spoiler, that’s a promise. Okay, it’s also a spoiler. It will never be all just a dream.
The implication in the final panel is that Morty ran away to hide in the fetal position behind those boxes, and when he grew larger, they fell out of the bookshelf. Reading it through again, though, I get this hilarious mental image of Morty, now back to full height, shoving the boxes off the shelf and crawling in there right before making his proclamation.
You see, I had written a panel showing Cynthia swallowing the aspirin, but I wanted to give Flint’s flying panel as much space as possible, so I made a mental note to myself to move the final panel, showing her gulping down the pills, on page CXXVI. At some point that week, I forgot that mental note, and drew the page straight from the script.
Write everything down, is what I’m saying.
Flint’s shrunken form had skewed the mass-to-wingflap-surface-area ratio enough to allow this glorious moment.
And then I went and forgot to show Cynthia actually swallowing the pills he threw at her.
Drawing Cass from so many different angles resulted in a very uneven design for her face. Throughout Phase Two I struggled with exactly how to draw her half-goat muzzle. (I had come to dislike her dogish snout from Phase One.)