Captain Caveman and the Teen Angels

Season 10, Episode 3

With Cavey temporarily glaring at me from his peanut shell and the thorny issue of sculpting approximately ninety eight percent body hair looming ominously on the horizon, I found myself seeking distraction. As is often the case when sitting at my hobby desk, one project quickly became three and so I gladly present for your delectation, the Teen Angels, Captain Caveman's mystery solving maidens of mayhem

I wasn't looking to build or create new miniatures here, but rather re-purpose some existing purchases and so went in search of suitable young ladies to accompany Cavey, a phrase which sounds increasingly dubious the longer one dwells upon it and one best not repeated in earshot of the Saintly Mrs. Awdry!  That said, I quickly stumbled upon what I thought were Crooked Dice's Angels of Justice and a Double Agent that were already based and primed - Zowie!*

*I say thought, but latterly I have discovered that one of them is in fact a Lucid Eye Psychedelic Superspy, Julia Verne. 

Unlike the Hanna-Barbera draughtsmen whose original characters had a certain economy of line, sculptors at Crooked Dice and Lucid Eye were under under no such restrictions.  The proportions of these ladies are sublime and suggest they might occasionally encounter gravity!  Their delicate posture always makes me nervous, been used to more forgiving, robust sculpts, but in the end, I simply allocated a model to each character and had fun trying to match their respective colour palette.  Being cartoon characters, I had made the conscious decision not to worry unduly about too many layers of shading, just keep it tidy. 

Armed to the teeth, they perhaps owe rather more to Charlie's Angels than the Teen Angels, although one suspects mysteries would be solved considerably more quickly if Brenda really did have access to a snub nosed Smith & Wesson .357 revolver!

So whilst Captain Caveman himself remains very much a work in progress, the Teen Angels are assembled and ready for adventure. Quite what they will make of being transported from Saturday morning television to the rather more perilous environs of 7TV remains to be seen, although judging by the amount of firepower on display the masked miscreants should be considerably more concerned than they ever were in 1977.  As for Cavey himself, he remains largely naked, partially sculpted and alarmingly dependent upon a peanut shell; fortunately, there is still time to address all three concerns.