A bit of an experiment with a wordless comic, since neither the baby nor the imp do much talking. This one's more cute than funny, but it's what ended up in my head this week.
Transcript
The imp sits in a chair that grows from the floor of the house, next to a shelf of potions. His carefully-prepared sandwich, which he has been anticipating, sits on a plate behind him. The tiefling baby, his tail twitching out of his diaper, approaches the sandwich with excited curiosity.
The imp, annoyed, snatches the sandwich away from the baby.
As the imp goes back to his newspaper, now guarding his sandwich, the baby moves on to the ption shelf.
The baby uncorks a potion with a POP.
The imp looks horrified at the danger the baby is getting into.
With an angry look on his face, the imp yanks the baby's tail. The baby falls to the floor and drops the potion bottle.
The imp ties the baby's tail around the base of the chair. The baby pouts.
The baby's eyes well up with ears. The imp looks over at him, feeling bad. Meanwhile, the potion bubbles on the floor.
The imp and baby each share half a sandwich, both are happy. Meanwhile, the potion spillage is causing tentcles to grow from the floor.