Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

I feel sorry for Gene Wilder…where is it written that some of his best roles (Willy Wonka, Young Frankenstein) get refilmed or made into Broadway musicals (that don’t include him? It’s not like the guy is dead!). At least he’s spared the horror that goes beyond mere childish banter, into the realm of cloyingly cute. Hmm, make that “Kloyingly Kute.” Erk.

And since I had an extra Willy Wonka photo to doodle around with:

Heck, Johnny Depp can handle the keen kidz…he’s worked with John Waters, Terry Gilliam and Marlon Brando, and lived to tell about it!

(Huzzah! a Shakespeare quote!)

Who knew that Rex Morgan and nose hairs would meet? Or crappy 70’s marketing strategies?

Elly and Connie go wandering aimlessly. Unfortunately, there aren’t any polar bears in the neighborhood to cut short their meanderings or the latest meeting of the Milborough Mutual Admiration Society…

…and we’re not talking Nosferatu! When is someone going to find the plot? Rex and June are forced to casually stroll around downtown and natter about people who we’re not even sure who they are!

Even with the mind-numbing conversation, John C Fremont from over at Comic Curmudgeon noted some singular landmarks of the area…

Oh, my gosh! Rex Morgan tipped the “cute ‘n’ flirty” scales of Friday’s strip to the “weird ‘n’ freakish” side on Saturday. Does anyone other than an oral hygenist or an otorhinolaryngologist (okay, I had to look that up) really need to see that portion of a person’s anatomy that close up? Kinda makes you glad you’re not a hamburger, doesn’t it?

Still, the bizarre angles inspired me. Oh, and I had Andreu, Count Morgu, using “torches and pitchforks” a couple of days ago. Neener neener.

I don’t mind Rex and June taking some time from their coffee breaks and chowing down on some fine diner cuisine, but I can’t help but feel a strange sense of foreboding with some of the goings-on at the hospital…

(Thanks to “Wanders” from CC for having the mental and intestinal fortitude in compiling The Worthian Manifesto, a turgid and surprisingly pointless account of Mary’s early years and the reasoning behind her meddlin’ ways.)

Good Lord! Mark Trail is always going on and on about the amazing perceptive skills of animals, and yet when those abilities are right there, he wanders off in a daze.

It’s okay, Andy; I don’t think Slylock will charge you for this.

…well, that’s Alice’s Restaurant. The options are probably more limited here, but this is a place that you go for ambience, baby, AMBIENCE!

Okay, maybe not, but it’s nice to see Rex and June getting a little respite before The MRSA Meeting. And hey! Rex is branching out…is that a Sprite I see in front of him? Daring choice! Non-caffeinated!

(It’s truly astonishing how much mileage I can get out of a dopey diner scene!)

Before Abby rides off into the sunset, there’s always time for one for the road…

Part of the charm of Rex Morgan is the occasional GREAT rendering of a face. Okay, I tend to like the goofy ones (Niki looking like he’s had a 2×4 smacked against the back of his head, escaped felon Lee having a super-deluxe conniption fit, Rex looking puzzled/confused/sad), but this one of Abbey was just perfect. It didn’t help that June was telling Sarah how Abbey doesn’t mind getting her shots. Yeah, right.