First, a black bear comes to Mark’s aid…
…and then a speeding taxi comes to all of NYC’s aid.
(Mark ‘n’ Mary have certainly been contributing to ‘toon excitement!)
Yes, indeed, the boy is back in town (Dr. Jeff has returned to Santa Royale, and he’s hawt for his fave gal!).
Mary has to make a decision! A difficult one! Yes…take some of that “special medicine” from yourstay at the resort, Mary! It may not help you decide, but it’s not like you’ll be angsting over things…
…many who are housebound because of completely hellish weather conditions across more than half of the country, I remain at home, subsisting on out-of-date eggnog, sketchy turkey leftovers, and Christmas cookies. Lots of Christmas cookies. And whiskey balls…
Things are getting a bit muddled, particularly if you’re name is Jeff.
…but nothing beats a nosh. Maybe a madeleine, like ol’ Proust used to make!
And the revelations continue!
…will Ken’s dream of Mary remaining in NYC come true? Keep those noshes coming, Ken, if you know what’s good for you!
I mean it. I’m serious!
“…was that my outside voice? Oh, who the hell cares?”
And with the end of the Chanu-Christ-Promise Haven festivities…Mary is still noshing:
Uh oh…trouble’s brewing! Mary must’ve not have had anything to eat for 45 minutes…
Actually, Mary and Ken finally leave Ray’s Pizzaria…
…and even more monkeyshitsshines!
NOBODY! WHY CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, YOU ARROGANT OLD BAT?!??
