Okay, it’s not Iron Man 2, or Date Night or Hot Tub Time Machine, but it’s free. (Bring your own popcorn.)
SIUF Cinema proudly presents “MORGU: The Count Morgu Musical Experience!”
Well, without the music. And other stuff. Thanks to CC’s Little Guy for the swell title, though!
Yes, indeed, Kurt has disappeared. It took him two weeks to do it (or two weeks for Wilbur and Dawn to realize he was gone…).
THIS is what happens when Josh, the Comics Curmudgeon himself, mentions that he’s off on his annual week of Hanuchrismwaanza celebration. No mention of Uncle Lumpy tending the store (or minding the asylum), so there are rumors that Sneaky, the Klepto Raccoon an’ Andy’s (the Saint Bernard, not Rex Morgan’s pal) buddy, will be keeping us in line.
One raccoon vs. a horde of Curminions? One word: rabies.
We’ll be good, Josh.
UPDATE: This was originally published on 23 December 2008. But at last Sneaky has his very own song!
“The Ballad of Sneaky Raccoon”
Now somewhere in the green tree-filled land of Lost Forest
There lived a procyon named Sneaky Raccoon
One day his crawdads were stolen by another guy
Young Sneaky was hungry, Sneaky didn’t like that
He said I’m gonna get that boy
One day he walked to the cabin
And slipped himself into an open window
Sneaky Raccoon checked out the main room
Only to find old Mark Trail
Sneaky was mad, lots of sharp teeth he had
That dumb kid he was gonna assail
That kid and his pup on his crawdads did sup
Which made Sneaky very contrary
Mrs. Trail was there with nice black-and-blue hair
And everyone knew her as Cherry
She was sort of busty, her son’s name was Rusty
(He was smart as a bowl of squirrel stew)
Sneaky burst in and growling like sin
He said Rusty boy I’m gonna bite you
But that Rusty was weird – he cried “I’m askeered!”
And Mark Trail grabbed Sneaky’s ringed tail
Cherry’s dad wandered by, thought it best not to pry
But then he spied pancakes on the table
He said, Sneaky you met your match
And Sneaky said, This is just a rough patch
I’ll take down that boy as soon as I’m able
Sneaky — poor sod!– he was chained to a log
So much for his try at reprisal
Andy rescued him (the one not totally dim)
And helped with young Sneaky’s survival
Doot doodly doo doot doodly dee…
I’ve loved this “Coroner’s Bureau” sign ever since Andy Frazer had it on his flickr site (I think it’s in Oakland CA) — I like the idea of a 24/7 morgue, kind of like an open-all-night liquor store.
I had Rex and Andy photoshopped in front of it for months, wondering what I could do with it. Oh, hoorah…I’ve found a use at last!
Yes, the village idiot has figured out how to do simple animations. No one (aside from some of the crap animators at Adult Swim) has need to worry.
(And what is it with some of the animation at Adult Swim? You can have crap animation OR crap stories and still have a following (either for intriguing plots or bright, pretty pictures). But both?)
I might’ve skipped the Fist o’ Justice, but in the 6 October 2008 strip, Mark, running to the evil land developer’s assistance, breaks through the middle panel with none other than his Right Fist o’ Justice! It’s a beautiful thing…
Over at Apartment 3G, Lu Ann is wandering through her druggie boyfriend’s apartment. He claims to be an artist, but he’s really not much more than a drug addict. Of course, Lu Ann, with all the mental acumen of an Irish setter, doesn’t know a thing about this.
Dean Booth from CC made the last panel for today a very nice cut-and-paste do-it-yourself project, so of course I just had to get out my pot of Le Page’s paste (the one with the little spatula mounted in the lid and smelling like pepperment) and safety scissors and go to town…
I did my best to limit myself.
In other news, not much has been going on in Morganville, other than Lenore teaching Rex the basics of sailing, like not getting hit with the boom. Considering her feelings for her sailing nemesis Old Man Tweaks, I’m surprised that she doesn’t have a cannon mounted on her boat and is planning to beat him one way or another. More later!
You are currently browsing the archives for the It’s Alive! (sort of) category.