…to slug the arrogant Dr. Camel, one of the pack elephants decides to duck out for a quick refreshment.
Can you blame him?
…getting attacked by a pride of lions is no fun. But it was sure fun to watch, even if I didn’t know where Val was or what he was doing there.
…it appears that Funky Winkerbean’s current story, with its hard-livin’, fast-shootin’ chimp Zanzibar, is going to end with a typical whimper, rather than a bang. And because we don’t see Bucky Katt too often, but that he really has monkey pegged.
In case you cared (I really didn’t), evidently Zanzibar’s owner (aka, “Father”) took him, and the two of them disappeared in the broken lights that were Hollywood failures. I thought owner and chimp should’ve toughed it out in Tinsel Town; after all, talking critters like Francis the mule, Shirley Temple, and others did have successful screen careers. Then again, Edward G. Robinson had a great agent, and it’s very likely that in any role that came up between him and Zanzibar would likely have gone to the short, squinty-eyed character.
Z. could never break that poo-flinging habit anyway…
Well, maybe Judge Parker can. Or The Phantom. But really, there’s only so much money/treasure in the world.
Broken hearts are inevitable on Mondays. So are horny old men. And walkies:
Then there are those criminally-needy people who make you feel bad unless you become them their BFFs:
Not that Sunday strips are necessarily something to write home about…
And I just tossed this in, because the black brown kinda cinnamony-colored bear is so gosh-darned cute!
