Oh, Creator Lords of Rex Morgan, M.D., we are not worthy of your bounty of sights and sounds!
We will, nonetheless, run with it! Run like the wind!
(Are Nolan and Wilson on to the snark? The Dunsmores…and Guido…and the whole S.S. Surly/Loathe Boat/Rex Morgan, Cabin Boy plot are just too good.)
Brooke McE.’s “hands” are an interested analogy, but in all honesty, I think the too-often repeated use is coming close to being parody, rather than having a touching sweetness.
And a hearty “Yo Ho!” for Nolan and Wilson for reintroducing yet another component of this Wackiest Cruise-Ship in the Fleet storyline:
Aside from the stow-away, the melancholic ship librarian, and Second Officer Guido Tomas (oh, and a couple of surly stewards), doesn’t it seem that the Morgans’ cruise ship is missing something — like passengers?
Finally, we get to meet a couple of them, the delightful Arthur and Agnes Dunsmore! Of course, cruises like this are always filled with colorful folks. You could spend weeks and months and years on the ship and never meet everyone, although some faces eventually get a familiar look to them.
Weird things continue to happen on Rex and June’s cruise: their cabin is the size of a presidential stateroom; Ginger Brittany is a dog!; Second Offier Guido Tomas changes the color of his skin at will; and whether anything is being accomplished between the ship’s crew and its staff is anyone’s guess.
Oh, by his own admission, Guido is the best cook in the fleet. Yeah, right. I mean, I think I’d stick with the peanut butter-and-cracker packets from the vending machine if that were my only option…
And more fun with Second Officer Guido and his “galley adventures”…
I think Rex has a good point in the original strip, with the state of current unrest on the ship: “Who’s going to feed us?” Sun, swimming, shuffleboard, exotic ports of call, Norwalk virus — yeah, sure, those might be included on a cruise, but face it, the top priority is FOOD, 24/7. And don’t you forget it, June!
Oh, look! It’s the cavalry! Or the mounted police…or something. Well, Rex can dream, can’t he?
Things are weird. Rex can’t get a deck blanket for love or money (even if he says please!), while Sara and June come upon a ship’s librarian who’s a poster child for bipolar personality. What else, you might ask, can go wrong?
That’s right…KARAOKE!
There was a comment at the Comics Curmudgeon that the ship librarian is probably one of the chorus line dancers who gets double-duty during the day. Hey, that makes sense to me. I’m sure some of the other dancers work as fitness instructors, lifeguards, booty call responders, and the like.
It’s a small world, though — I swear I’ve seen the librarian somewhere before. And that little Sarah…she certainly is a feisty one!
Oh, and another episode of “Fill In the Blank” parlor game: erase all the original dialog, put in your own words. No fair adding or deleting word balloons. Drinking probably improves the game.
The possiblity of a youthful stowaway is overshadowed by an absolutely wretched excuse for a crew member. I think he learned his lesson:
No, my mistake. He’s a slow learner (compared to Rex, is that even fathomable?):
Aaaaaaaaand….it’s official. Mr. Stickuphisass Purser is more clueless than Rex. Nope, he’s out-and-out stupid!
Okay! It looks like Rex has finally decided to enjoy his vacation, eveyone’s happy, and this cruise to the Bermuda Triangle or the Bahamas or the Sea of Weeds is just about to get underway. Set a course for adventure and your mind on a new romance, not to mention spontaneous little heart-to-hearts with sassy young daughters!
I can’t believe it! mr. bats :[ accused me of inserting the “Woo! Woo!” into the following panel. It was in the original one, no kidding! (Not that a ship’s horn sounds anything like that…)
…a whole cadre of proctologists would have to be kept on retainer, he’s such a little a-hole.
The Black Friday edition of FC featured a non-funny of Billy telling a “friend” about his uncle. The conversation was one-sided with Billy doing all of the talking. Not content with a word balloon, however, Billy commandeers a sub-caption as well. The result. No funny. Sure, his little pal looks interested, but then, so does Daddy when he’s got his inch-thick Coke-bottle-bottom specs trained on his son — maybe he’s just trying to focus the sun’s rays on Billy, hoping he’ll combust (hey, it works on ants, doesn’t it?)
Blather away, Billy. We know what everyone’s thinking…
[Note that even Billy’s friends’ heads aren’t as deformed as those of the Keane kids. Go on — measure!]
Talking squirrel from over at Comics Curmudgeon suggested that Billy and Sarah Morgan (who’s been getting a lot of panel time for the past few weeks) get together for a rousing match of obnoxious kidlets. The premise is sound, but there are limits even for precocious little darlings:
Oh, and we mustn’t forget know-it-all Dolly. Cripes, set up against the Keane Klan, Sarah comes off as all sweetness and light, hardly a whit of snottiness around her. This is a scary, scary thought.
Well, it looks like we’re on our way to the Caribbean, and in the world of Rex Morgan, that means new, wacky adventures are bound to pop up around every corner. Of course, this is providing that Rex doesn’t strangle Sarah in a jet restroom…
