From this:
to this (by Dean Booth, who also just made something *snap* in my head):
to this (gee, thanks, Dean!):
in your heart of hearts, you just know this strip isn’t going to deliver anything as funny/sick/twisted as you can possibly imagine.
Okay. Maybe “nausea-inducing”:
Did I say “nausea-induding”? How about “out-and-out barf-spewing”?
At least in the color version, “Billy the Bookworm” is Caterpillar Green, not something like Throbbing Phallic Fuschia or something like that.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanddddddddd…let’s wrap this up with a little girl talk (for the record, all I did was recaption the strip — no messing with the illustration):
Let’s see.
Dead horse. Check.
2×4. Check.
End of the week. Check.
Really, Luann. Really. No one cares that you saw a guy naked. Really.
…no, not really.
It’s hard to think of Mary as anything but a meddler.
Huh. There might be some promise for a road show of “Meddler on the Roof,” though…
Unfortunately, Mary and “discretion” are light-years apart:
What more can you say when you have a naked Lio the first thing Monday morning?
But Big Daddy Bil should also realize what goes around comes around. Treat others as you would have them treat you. All that good stuff.
And if you don’t? Payback is a bitch:
Don’t believe him, Daddy? See what Mommy has to say, courtesy of Dean Booth: http://comicbooth.com/blogengine.net/post/A-Hard-Days-Night.aspx
Every once in a while, the Narration Box for The Phantom pops out some “Old Jungle Saying,” and while I’m sure it’s wise and profound and all, they sure seem to be Phantomocentric (yes, it’s a word), as if Kit is the walking embodiment of All Things Wise and Profound.
Pthththth on that. Wisdom can be found everywhere. You just have to know where to look for it. (Hint: a bright yellow Narration Box is a dead giveaway).
The Keanes start the next 50 years of cartooning with a naked Jeffy standing in front of his mother, proudly spouting “’cause it’s my birthday!”.
All rightie then. I’m sure we can work with this.
And we can even work in a rather obtuse 7 March Bizarro cartoon, too:
And CC’s “Bunny with a Whip” comments on a seemingly innocuous panel in which Jeffy is complaing to Mommy about tonight’s vegetable de jour: “Jeffy should respond to this disappointment like he does all disappointments, by shocking his mother with nudity.”. Let’s see!
Yup! Still works (at least on a very surreal level)…
Okay, we GET it! Kurt really isn’t Wilbur’s son. Kurt leaves. Wilbur eats sandwiches. Wilbur eats more sandwiches. Dawn yammers. Kurt doesn’t come back. Missing-in-action Mary quotes dead Communists.
Can we move onto a new story?
No?
Alrigthy, then…
But(t) wait! There’s more! Cue the harmoica-featured 70s instrumental music!
And it just isn’t going to stop! Then again, I’m impressed in a denouement this length for a story that really never had much of a plot, much less a climax…
“Gibbon ugly gas station attendant”…well, you had to be there.
Cherry Trail playing coyly with a telephone cord while dialing 1-900-GOT-MARK.
June Morgan looking imperious (and down her nose, at the same time).
Mary Worth making a return to her own strip. Wilbur and Kurt.
WTF?
Seriously. WTF? True, this has been a gold-mine for snark fodder, and for sick and twisted mash-ups.
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
Whew. Thank heavens weeks like this don’t come around every, uh, week.