Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

And you think you’re fed up with local politics…

The informant still eludes the Morgan Clinic:

So “Dr. Mike,” in a chat on a park bench with his estranged dad Lonnie, forgives years of abandonment, the death of his heart-broken, work-broken mother, and a very messed-up view of love and commitment, in a heartbeat and packs up ol’ Boozy to bring him into his own home?

Very noble.  But a little too “convenient.”  All I’m saying, there might be big-game hunters in Mark Trail, but there are hunters of other kinds, Mrs. Worth…

P.S.  I am NOT responsible for Lonnie’s mortal-coil shuffling routine on 31 August.  That was WAY too much of a gimmee, even for me.

And just when you thought Rose was coming around:

It’s gonna be a long campaign, Your Honor…

You could pussyfoot around the topic…

…or you could just cut to the chase:

Okay, it’s not Iron Man 2, or Date Night or Hot Tub Time Machine, but it’s free.  (Bring your own popcorn.)

SIUF Cinema proudly presents “MORGU: The Count Morgu Musical Experience!”

Well, without the music.  And other stuff.  Thanks to CC’s Little Guy for the swell title, though!

The orange, gelled-up hair…and good lord! The pointy ears! Come on, kids of the late 60s/early 70s! Who else could it be?!?

Good guess! Sing along, if you’d like!

I’m Mister Green Christmas
I’m Mister Sun
I’m Mister Heat Blister
I’m Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!
He’s Mister Green Christmas
He’s Mister Sun
He’s Mister Heat Blister
He’s Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
He’s too much!
Thank you!
I never want to see a day
That’s under sixty degrees
I’d rather have it eighty, Ninety, one hundred degrees!
(spoken) Oh, some like it hot, but I like it REALLY hot! Hee hee!
He’s Mister Green Christmas
He’s Mister Sun
Sing it!
He’s Mister Heat Blister
He’s Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!
Too Much!

Also acceptable is the following:

Rex Morgan makes a house call to Mayor Stu (it seems Hizzoner has prostate cancer but can’t bring himself to tell the missus):

Okay, so that doesn’t have anything to do with Rex’s reason for being on the mayor’s doorstep, or my mind being in the gutter.  Let’s try it again (with CC’s commodorejohn commenting on opening the can of beer soda in Judge Parker taking on a whole different meaning, were it in Rex Morgan, M.D. — ya think?):

And there’s something about Rex, way down deep, being the Ultimate Party Animal:

But Rex carries on! (He’s a doctor, you know.)

Yep.  Rex really and truly mentioned leprosy…