about the Keane Kompound and its denizens, but at least the mirrors work.
Well, aside from the horrific spectral beings populating them.
Clean up in Jeffy’s pants…clean up in Jeffy’s pants…
For the love of God, Jeff!
Still, Mary and Jeff somehow survive his crappy driving and arrive at the haunted house of terror!!! Check out that hideous apparition in Panel 2! hospital…
And because it takes. so. very. long. to. walk. through. a. door. let’s have a little more fun at Mary and Jeff’s expense:
Just one more. I promise (if only they wouldn’t dawdle!):
At last word of Scott being shot! makes its way out of the hospital:
And things might be a wee bit more critical than we first thought:
And Jeff is hounded by the idea of an old-maid daughter:
Dr. Brian Good consults with Adrian! Is it Good news?
Still, it’s apparent that Adrian is a trooper!
Whether she’s a competent one is up for debate:
Scott’s been shot! OMG OMG OMG OMG
But the question is: so was another officer! OMG OMG OMG
One is seriously injured — the other didn’t make it! OMG OMG OMG OMG
But is Adrian a proto-widowed-fiance’e, or not?
And realizing that there’s a time and a place for everything (including merchandi$$$ing!):
And FINALLY!…Adrian hears the news. Scott’s in surgery! He’s not dead yet!
Maybe a little prayer is in order, with a genuine Going-To-Hell-bats :[ Mass card. Accept no substitutes! Collect ’em! Trade ’em! Better’n an Indulgence…cheaper, at least!
And in a Mary Worth storyline! There hasn’t been this much going on since Aldo drove his car off the cliff or Charley Smith invited Delilah into his condo (well, there really wasn’t that much action in the latter). It’s so exciting!
Of course, this raises the question among us jaded, seen-it-all types: Can you make it more exciting?
CC’s Dingo suggests that the typical drug-cartel bad guys (Bald Guy, Pony-Tail Guy, Knitted Cap Guy) could be upgraded for Maximum Excititude.
You do not argue with Dingo…
What?!? Two Days In A Row?!?! Mary must be having palpitations!
Okay, planning a major drug-bust requires careful planning and split-second timing.
However, the SRPD assault on its drug traffickers in “Operation H-Town” (snerk!) is not tantamount to the Invasion of Normandy. Get over it!
And Scott? Nothing sez “twu luw” like a photo of your best girl that smells like foot-funk:
Let’s toss in a bit of E.S.P., too:
Oh, that some other serial comic strips would follow suit!
Then again, that would require characters who show some semblance of intellience…
Time and space have folded again in Santa Royale, and Dr. Adrian Cory, who was presented a diamond that evidently was mined in a plutonium deposit only last night, has decided, SEVERAL WEEKS LATER, to start wearing it. Not so much wearing it, but flaunting it like some cut-rate Marilyn Monroe.
Funny, when I was taking a surgery class a long time ago in college, just about any kind of ring was an honest pain in the butt and always had to be removed before scrubbing up for surgery. Which leads to all sorts of speculations as to where Adrian keeps it when she’s working or whether Adrian works at all, or merely wanders the halls of the hospital, looking for someone to ooh and aah all over her ring. I’m thinking in another day or so, the folks from Hazardous Waste or the Radiation Department are going to corner her and cut off her finger…if it hasn’t already been fried off by gamma rays.
Speaking of radioactive personalities:
Back in Santa Royale, Dr. Adrien Cory’s beau has proposed marriage, yet they both decide that they don’t need to rush into things.
Oh, did I mention that Scott Hewlett (beau-in-question) is a detective or cop or some officer of the peace that you just know has become a marked man in the upcoming Santa Royale heroin turf-war. Nice knowing you, Scott.
In the meantime, CC’s mvg thought it might be cool that Scott, like cops of old (read, 1970s and 80s television cop shows and cop films) had a partner. And who more unlikely (tapping into the formula of unlikely partners) than our old friend, Charley “the Perv” Smith? Oh. Yeah.
All the blank space made me itch a little, so indulge me a word balloon or two:
