Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…to the beginning of this party, when June asked Rex to stay out of trouble.  I had my doubts that Rex was incapable of getting into trouble, but it seems June’s concern was justified.

And not only can the lady predict a pregancy, but also the sex of the fetus — 97% accuracy!  You can’t say those things if they’re not true, right?

And just when you think things are going to wind down without any really unfortunate  incidents, jealous Honey makes her move…

Really.  A notebook and a pencil to make notes so that you can remember from day to day the color of hair, or clothing, or eyes.  How hard can it be?

Of course, it’s always a pleasure to see June dressed in as little as possible.

Meanwhile…

What would be ultra-uber-swell to invent is a Holodeck.  Like in Star Trek: The Next Generation.

Hey, if Slylock Fox’s ultimate nemesis Count Weirdly can make one, what’s holding World of Industry behind?  I mean, we could peek in on all the depravity in the comics that are only hinted at, right, Count Weirdly?

It’s here! Par-tay at the Beach House to help Dolores! Honestly, could it possibly be more exciting than just having Dr. and Mrs. Morgan in da houze?!?

Let’s get this party STARTED!!!

Could life possibly be any better for Mark Trail?!? After saving the life of his kidnapper Otto, Otto mans up and decides to let Mark go, no ransom exacted.

But his henchman Juan has other ideas!!!  Maybe Mark should’ve thrown him to the sharks, too, for a few moments of attitude adjustment.  Still, Mark came here to fish, dammit, and no sportsman worth his salmon eggs is going to miss that!

…but there’s nothing I love better in the world o’ mashups than merely putting words in folks’ speech balloons.  Especially folks like Rex.

Maybe it’s just a deep-lingering need to “help” a person who needs some good advice.  Or maybe it’s just a talent for obversation:

(At least until the one stripper and her case of Green Eyes makes June slap her all the way to Tijuana and gets Rex even more confused than usual.)

…when some very juvenile mashup wakes me up at 5 AM.  At least I had most of the panels stashed away (and now I have more Rex ‘n’ June on the beach ones!).

And a slightly mashed-up mash-up, just to spread rumor and hearsay:

Yeah, I didn’t think so.  Well, we were off to Las Vegas to ravage buffets and discover the joy of $5 first-run movies.  No sign of Spiderman (who at this time is supposed to be in Sin City…probably in his fleabag hotel room, watching soft-core-porn-for-pay on TV), but speaking of soft-core porn, it would’ve been kinda keen to be in San Diego…