Hello World! We're Sorry!

Gather ‘round, friends, weirdos, and stray internet lurkers, because we have a very important announcement: the world has officially become too serious, and it’s our sworn duty to make it much, much dumber. Enter Once Upon A Farce—a brand dedicated to resurrecting the lost art of parody, satire, and the kind of humor that makes your grandma gasp

and your therapist take notes.

Think of us as the unholy lovechild of Monty Python, Mad Magazine, and a bootleg VHS copy of Airplane! you found at a garage sale in 1987. We’re building a universe where Kaiju monsters complain about rent, superheroes can’t get their spandex dry-cleaned on time, and duck-alligator hybrids get their bloody revenge. Yes, we have standards. They’re just very, very low.

At Once Upon A Farce, we’re not just cracking jokes—we’re building a full-blown comedy empire (well, more like a comedy treehouse with a leaky roof). Expect:

• Fake children’s books you should never read to children (The Fugly Duckling, The ABC’s of Killing Zombies).

• Parody magazines that lovingly mock the humor rags of the past (Guffaw Magazine).

• Cartoons and comics where giant monsters and failed superheroes complain like old married couples.

• And eventually… feature films that blend absurdist comedy, satire, and over-the-top animation with the subtlety of a chainsaw at a dinner party.

Why? Because life’s too short not to laugh at inappropriate things. Also, because we’re Gen X and it’s either this or buy another lava lamp.

So buckle up. Once Upon A Farce is here to offend the humorless, delight the depraved, and make sure “tasteful” never enters the conversation.

Stay tuned. It’s only going to get stupider from here.