Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

that a Wilbur plot-line can become as turgid and boring as a Keith Hillend, Iris and Zak, Toby and scary college administrator, etc., plot-line. PICK UP THE PACE, MOY!

When left to our own devices, we readers can come up with things…

Then again, when you’ve seen one Big Ape, you’ve seen ’em all…

Can you imagine that?!?? Or, maybe, the sweats to a cooler, summertime uniform?

Yeah, wear what you’d like, Mayoman, folks still aren’t going to be sympathetic to your cause, whatever that is!

“Did Charles Schulz predict the future?”

The answer is “Weird,” according to CC’s Dan Zsebehazy:

And I added, “Weirder”:

Who else but WILBUR?!?!??

Of course, no good deed goes unpunished…

Just keep walking, Wilbur…and stop thinking.

It IS nice to rekindle old acquaintances…

But wait! There’s more!

We break in for an important PSA (apologies to Judge Parker and the CIA):

Now back to the excitement that is Iris and Zak’s wellness lifestyle (meanwhile, Wilbur considers the next number for Saturday Night Karaoke):

Crap. It’s worse…

Wilbur Weston!” And God help us, he may even nail it!

“After all, even a blind pig…”

And wouldn’t you know it? A chance encounter…

I have a bad feeling about this…

Of course, there’s always a flashback (and good old Jimmy Durante is spinning in his grave):

Alone at last:

Dawn says goodbye, and Wilbut says hello!

When the FB pearl clutchers yank your two previous strips, you learn to play nicey-nice:

when in the back of your mind, you haven’t played anything but the usual:

Wilbur proposes an innovative (and ridiculous) scheme for auditioning singing partners:

The search for a karaoke partner goes on (or, “The Shortest Wilbur-centric Story Line Ever”):

Well, Wilbutt’s off to an evening of carousing and crooning…

GASP! Could it be?!??

…but it may the the last one for Mary!

It must be way past 5:30…6;00?!?? No wonder Mary’s cranky!

On the boredwalk…

…but she’s really, really cranky!

There’d been a comment that (we all) wished…Karen Moy, the writer for “Mary Worth,” would come up with a new story. Well, we ARE living in he 21st Century, with all its technological advances…it can’t be that difficult, can it?

So back to the 1950’s, or whenever Mary think she’s living…

Hoo, boy! Somebody has the hangries!!!

You’re family here…or maybe just a couple of old farts…

Considering the rollicking, dynamic adventures covered in this last week…maybe Mary should’ve been aware unsavory experiences lurked ahead…

Thought we were gonna see the end of Keith and Co.? Yeah, right. (and we got a whole week of Toby, too!)

Well, we got rid of Keith and Toby…

There’s only so many hours in a day…

So here we are at the botanical gardens, with the memory of Keith Hillend and an incontinent dog…

…there’ be a new story-line tomorrow.

Why do I have a feeling we’re going to pay a long, protracted call on the Camerons?