Wait… the grandma is a chicken. And the grandkid is a… bear? Dog? I honestly can’t tell. But it sure as hell isn’t a chicken.
Whatever. There’s always adoption. So yes, I can buy that part. The worse part is the line about “make sure no cats are around.” Since he’s fetching the utensils from the sandbox, the implication is that the cats would poop in there. And that’s the problem with anthropomorphic animals; Are cats functioning members of society, like dogs, bears, and chickens? Are they still animals compared to their human-like counterparts? Are they, perhaps, more human than regular cats, but not quite fully evolved like the rest of the Pluggers cast? Are they… “special”? Because if the implication of this comic is that retarded people are going to come poop in my sandbox… well… even I think that’s offensive. (But I’ll probably get rid of my sandbox, just in case)
I’m also fairly disgusted by the idea that Pluggers would use the same measuring cups and spoons that their grandchildren play with in the sandbox. I’m willing to bet she won’t even wash them. This is why I won’t eat anything prepared by a giant, anthropomorphic chicken. (Also, chickens don’t have hands. How could she even cook anything? Does she use her beak to hold the spoon? You know what? I’m probably thinking much too hard about this.)
Final verdict: Pluggers continues to be a terrible comic / reliable source for review fodder.