Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

Who knew that such a scandalous individual might present himself to Dawn…in the same sleepy burg?

So, our relentless, week-long slog is capped by…a RELENTLESS SUNDAY RERUN!

Wow, new adventures with young Dawn Weston! Is it any wonder that Mary’s been MIA, and otherwise having to listen to Dawn’s exciting community college antics? It makes you feel almost sorry for the old busybody.

But not quite.

(And I think “immersed in school” is code for Dawn’s majoring in Underwater Basket-Weaving…)

And to think that I’m actually cheering on Mary!

Dawn and Jared discoever that they have SO MANY things in common!

…Dawn and Wilbutt are still nattering at one another! At least they have the decency to contain it in their condo, as opposed to the scrupulously maintained, beautiful surroundings of Charterstone…where NOBODY CARES!

So it’s Valentine’s Day (even in Santa Royale, I suspect), and Dawn sends Wilbutt on his merry way:

And then the feckless adult daughter invokes the Dark Spirits of Charterstone itself!

NEW ADVENTURE! (yeah. right.)

Hey! We were promised a new story with that old guy and his dog (then again, this is Wilbutt and Dawn…)

But wait! There’s MORE!

And EVEN MORE!

Can no one stop the madness??

I guess Hugo has some brains to go along with those looks:

You know? I think I’ve finally figured this out…the “new story,” with the old guy who adopted a new dog some time ago (months, years, decades — it hardly matters), was merely delayed a week so everyone who is so invested in the Dawn et Hugo lovefest can keep abreast of their long-distance courtship!

Like anyone cares!

Perhaps this Sunday strip (or part of it) will lead to something new. Or different, at least. And, there was no sign of Mary this pas week.
This is called a Small Miracle, folks!

Even these losers have their limits…believe it or not!

By the bye, THIS was the same woman who looked like an escapee from a circus sideshow last week (ah, the wonders of (A) Modern Medicine, of (B) Big Pharma).

Of course, I just can’t seem to quit that ole’ saddle-sore Mary…

And way down deep, I suspect Mary Worth had hoped and prayed and lit several black candles that the young, handsome Zak had as vapid as she had hoped…

I’d tell Iris to run away from Mary as fast as humanly possible, but it looks like she’s holding her own. It must be LOVE!

And now, Iris is just jerking Mary’s chain (cool!).

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make this the last strip with Iris…even if she’s pretty done with Mary, too…

…Libby helps in a fond farewell from herself and Estelle. Good Kitty!

…but I’m just reveling in the present.

(A little touch-up for friends and Libby’s fans…)

LIBBY THE CAT!!!

And the nearly triumphant return of Dorothy Parker!

Of course, this was all a clever ruse (in Mary’s deteriorating mind) to get the low-down on Estelle and Wilbutt. Really incisive, Mary.

SEE? Not that Libby and Estelle aren’t up to the Wilbutt and Mary challenge!

Like any of us give a rat’s ass of Mary’s opinion of men…

…and it usually involves a panel from a little-read comic (here it’s Mandrake the Magician) going head-to-head with an old (and I do mead OLD) favorite:

Now with some of Mary’s repetoire. (Do you think Mary feels the need to provide all the snacks for a pool party, or does she threaten anyone who dares to horn in on her special talents?)

Iris’ frightening weight gain and metabolic changes have been diagnosed as a wonky thyroid, and she and Zak are on the road to renewed health and LOVE. Meanwhile, other folks are rekindling their passions around the Charterstone Wildlife Sanctuary (or the Santa Royale Wastewater Plant, I don’t remember which)…

Assuming there is no gorilla (blue or otherwise), the endless stroll continues…

BUT WAIT!! Could it be?!?? IT IS!!!