Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

When 9 Chickweed Lane‘s resident ballerina, pianist, impossibly-wonderful and now “The Butt of Nicole Cignet Fashions” Edda Burber struts the latest piece o’ fluff:

And CC’s queek, source of Cuteness, Kawaii Commando, suggests that Ms. Burber wishes she were as cute as this model:

Then it’s time to put it to a test:

YES! queek’s hypothesis holds true! Give the man a Nobel prize! (or at least a cookie…)

Mary Worth is still prattling on about saving a little kidnapped girl! And idiot Jeff continues to heap the praise upon her.

Of course, this leaves us to assume that Emily was actually returned home and still isn’t sitting in The Diner, waiting for the Ice Cream That Will Never Come.  Maybe we’ll see her in Weenie World, as she scavenges for scraps, since no one told her how to get home. Eh, not Mary’s problem.

I’d like to think that she came to a happier end:

…good to see you again, Mark!

I kid, I kid! We should all know by now that the sheer presence of Mark will lead to intriguing insights! Interesting solutions! An utter lack of contractions!

…or, maybe not.

Well, maybe not, but how often do we see RCMP in the comics?

…rainbow swirl is vastly over-rated.

Oh, Mary, maybe it’s worth a couple hundred bucks to keep your private life…well, private.

Maybe it’s just better to imagine Mary as a vigilante than a dirty old whore  (I think that’s one of Dr. Jeff’s fond sayings about her, come to think of it)…

Or, maybe it’s just best to imagine Mary as a sad and lonely old woman, one whose few friends become only more and more tired of her meddling antics and hackneyed axioms with each passing year…someday, Toby, the torch will be passed…someday.

Brad’s girlfriend has inadvertently gotten him fired from a dead end job, and he’s being all pricky about it (Toni, sweetie, this is about as big a prick you’re ever going to be able to associate with him).

Geez, I hate the DeGroots…