Some intense investigatin’…
EGAD!
Even more EGAD!
EG….aw, ewwwwww!
Mary’s pretty much run out of words…
Stellan or Willa or the 49-cent special at Petzmart is going to start smelling…
So long, and thanks for all the fi — oh, never mind.
More fun with Wilbur going nuts…
Sometimes some people should be alone. Everywhere. All the time.
This can go on merrily forever, can’t it?
All the histrionics!
Not to be overshadowed by a mere goldfish…
A return to reality?
Think things through, Wilbur (it’s a trial, I know)…
Somewhere, a 20-watt lightbulb is going off…
Is Meagan trying to dash without paying the bill, stiffing the restaurant? Or is she just trying to lose Wilbur? Who cares?!??
Whinin’ with the fishes….
Mary worries!
Wow…Wilbur really doesn’t care, unshaved legs and all.
That’s right, you dolt…piss off Mary…
Wilbur’s hallucinating, that is…
This week was filled with “other stuff” to do (an ophthalmology exam and a sorta ENT one), and the week’s MW was simply vapid. Wilbutt on a desert island is one thing, Wilbutt talking himself of paying for a blind date is just crap.
{And I thought a return to the goon show with Wilbutt would be entertaining. I don’t want to end up hate- reading MW like I do with Luann, Mark Trail 2.0 and a few others…the syndicate needs to put Moy out to pasture.)
Maybe this will be the last strip of a really stupid plot (or at least a close one, that I won’t give a whole strip to):
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!
We’re getting closer to old Wilbutt going around the bend…
“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…
