Part 1: Do not make eye contact

A beauty-supply run should come with a receipt, not a sea monster. But there they were: two friends, one brown shopping bag, and a giant octopus lifting a yellow taxi like it was looking for somewhere to park a toy. The flooded city had officially exceeded the day’s drama allowance.

“Why is he following us?!” The girl in pink clutched the bag. Her friend offered the kind of advice that sounds useful until the creature has eyes the size of windows: “Don’t make eye contact.” Neither noticed the pink-cap JAMBO bottle on the wet step behind them.

The JAMBO girls flee up wet city steps as a giant octopus lifts a yellow taxi; a pink-cap bottle lies on a step.
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Part 2: The bag is not on the menu

The tentacle came closer. Pink tightened her grip on the shopping bag with the determination of someone who had already waited in the checkout line once today. “The bag is NOT on the menu!” Her friend pointed at the airborne taxi. There were clearly bigger problems, but priorities are personal.

Down on the step, the dropped bottle was still waiting. The octopus kept reaching toward it. The girls kept interpreting this as an attack. Sometimes a misunderstanding needs a calm conversation. This one had eight arms and a flood warning.

The woman in pink protects her shopping bag while a tentacle reaches toward her dropped JAMBO Extreme Hold bottle.
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Part 3: Girl, you dropped it

Then the tentacle curled around one very familiar object: her JAMBO Lace Bond Extreme Hold. Not a snack. Not a hostage. A lost item being returned by the most intimidating customer-service representative in the city.

“Girl… you dropped it.” Her friend’s face said the rest. Pink lowered her sunglasses. “Oh.” It was a small word carrying a very large apology. She had defended the bag so fiercely that she had forgotten to check what fell out of it.

A tentacle returns the JAMBO Lace Bond Extreme Hold bottle while the girls realize their mistake.
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Part 4: Sorry I screamed

With the bottle safely back in hand, the entire scene changed. The octopus lowered the taxi and moved debris out of the way. What had looked like a monster-movie chase was suddenly a very enthusiastic act of kindness.

“Thank you… sorry I screamed.” Pink held up her recovered bottle. Her friend covered her mouth, failing to hide the laugh. The shopping trip was saved. Her dignity would need a little longer.

The woman in pink thanks the helpful octopus as it lowers the taxi onto the flooded street.
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Part 5: Eight arms. One tip?!

The girls finally had their JAMBO, their bag, and a clear way out. A happy ending. Then another tentacle appeared with a glass jar labeled TIPS. Apparently, rescue and delivery were separate services.

“EIGHT ARMS. ONE TIP?!” Pink stared at the jar while her friend lost it. He had returned the bottle, handled the taxi, and cleared the street. Honestly, the service was hard to fault. Behind them, another tentacle dangled the taxi keys. Please do not tell us he is their ride home, too.

The octopus presents a tip jar beside the JAMBO girls and featured Active and Extreme Hold bottles.
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The real JAMBO behind the giant misunderstanding

JAMBO Lace Bond is the lace wig adhesive featured in this comic. The green-cap bottle is Active; the pink-cap bottle is Extreme Hold. The octopus adventure is fictional comedy, not a demonstration of product performance.

Building your lace-front wig routine? Explore JAMBO Lace Bond Active and Extreme Hold and follow the directions on your bottle. Prefer to shop locally? Find a JAMBO beauty supply retailer.

Would you tip him?

Tag the friend who would argue with a sea monster over her beauty-supply bag. Then revisit all five panels or read A Little Breeze for another afternoon that got completely out of hand.