Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…that Bartle and James were dead?

…although Dawn absolutely must share the news with Mary!

(Because many times, we really don’t care about the first panel…)

If you live in Santa Royale, or Charterstone, or the same floor as Mary Worth, don’t count on it.

Here we are, thinking that Dawn is all cried out, and Mary will offer her succor (snerk), good advice, and baked goodies…

…you don’t need Hugo visible, in the airport, or even on earth to keep Dawn moaning and kvetching! Honestly, this story is getting pretty damned stale.

Here (although she did come close to acting like a normal human being…I think the beluga might’ve short-circuited something in her):

And here:

And here:

(Beluga and narwhals are closely related…I guess I should’ve figured that out.)

Ah, the couch…the last refuge of the jilted, the beat-down, the spinster…

Some kind stranger walks by Dawn, hands her a Kleenex so she doesn’t snot all over herself, and the rest is history.

Or maybe these two are engaged (a tip o’ the fluke to FB’s Jeffrey P. Morris for seeing the similarity between the Santa Royale airport and the Santa Royale aquarium:

In just a couple of more weeks, Dawn…

…what seems to be three weeks at the Santa Royale airport waiting for his flight to depart, and during that whole time, Dawn never once gives up hope for Hugo staying in the U.S. You gotta admit, Dawn has spunk (or the worst case of desperation EVER!).

Still, flight is announced, and Hugo and Dawn go their separate ways. She’s beyond distraught/crushed/heartbroken. He’s…well…