Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…at least if you’re a loaf of bread and a pound of cold cuts!

Sam Driver and Hollywood mogul meet Bea the Buxom Babe with a hammer, and Bubba, local pot grower!

Les and Summer Moore scale the heights of Mt. Kilimanjaro!

Nina continues to have a baby!

An Italian cruise looks a little less than typical for Dawn and Wilbur Weston!

And a simple wildlife shoot gets all too literal for Rusty Trail (as was mentioned on the Comics Curmudgeon, “Where’s a damn grizzly when you need one?!?”)

And yet, a wee bit of tedium sets in…that, or everyone took off for the weekend (the difference between Saturday and Monday strips can be minute):

“Slow on the uptake” doesn’t begin to describe him, but at least he got a clue before they left Italy!

Les and Summer climbing Mt. Kilamonjaro, Wilbur and Dawn seeing the sights in Italy — wow, is there any more fun than going on vacation with your DAD?

On the other hand, at least Wilbur is thoughtful enough to send off the occasional note while on vacation:

Sadly, the topic of the peacock bass as an invasive species somehow got lost along the way (but I liked doing this one!).

Oh, dear! Mary has refused to take over Wilbur “Wendy” Weston’s advice-column gig, because of the time involved! Yes, Mary’s just Too Busy with pontificating to Toby, watching her shows, and churning out a constant supply of salmon squares.

Frighteningly, Wilbur actually has a back-up plan. (Most likely, Plan B is pretty excited about the “back-up” part, too…)

Okay, that works.

While Iris is throttling Mabel over at the Morganville Funeral Home and Hot Wax Salon, Dawn continues to mope on the couch, watching an endless loop of Game of Thrones.  Where her hands are and the depth of Miss Weston’s sexuality is a topic of much filthy sordid disgusting speculation over at The Comics Curmudgeon (ewwwwwww…) , an unfortunate situation that might’ve been remedied had the creators of Mary Worth done a little creative rearrangement of panels.

Sadly, that which has been speculated upon cannot be unspeculated…

Extra points if you can correctly guess where Wilbur gets his mad parenting skilz.

Poor Dawn Weston! Jilted for the nth time, possibly even by a man who’d once said “hello” to her or otherwise acknowledged her presence! And now, all she can stand to do is watch Season 1 of “Game of Thrones” over and over again.  Thank heavens her father is there to stink up the condo with his liverwurst sandwiches…wait, what?

And here I thought Wilbur Weston was the undisputed champion of the comic strip sandwich!  Well, he still may be…