Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

When the plots dawdle along like this, I tend(ed) to keep my mashups to a twice or three times a week schedule. I’m hooked, sadly (either that, or messing with Rex is a lot more fun than messin’ with Foobs).

I must admit that I’m proud that even Rex sees through this tissue paper-thin ruse…

Rex has done his duty, and so it’s on to more fun stuff than doctorin’…

And what about Rex’s fear of being asked to crew for Lenore at the regatta? Was it all delusions on his part?

This is pretty cool. Rex does some genuine doctorin’ today, by spreading the word that CFC-propelled asthma inhalers will be banned at the end of this year. This was a partnership between the Creator (Woody Wilson –go, Woody!) and Allergy & Asthma Network Mothers of Asthmatics (AANMA) to spread the word and encourage asthma sufferers to contact their doctors for more information.

Isn’t that neat? And Rex gets to look all serious, too!

Who is this mysterious, 80-year-old, sailing fiend Lenore Foster?!

Who cares? Anyone who thinks Rex would make a good “cabin boy” for her sailboy has my undying love!

And just think… “Cabin Boy Fever,” Andy… sounds like you’ll be busy again! Have the Health Department on standby for the regatta: I think they’ll be more than just the usual heat exhaustion cases this year!

Oh, joy! The Mystery Woman appears in all of her Mature Splendor!

Yes, indeed! Don’t forget your raffle tickets, souvenir t-shirts, and cappucinos!
Of course, we all know that Rex Morgan will be there — he’s the Regatta’s #1 Athletic Supporter!

And here’s a little cheesecake to go with that cappucino:

[The cappucino enema reference goes back to the 14 August 2008 “9 Chickweed Lane,” in case you were burning to know. Yeah. Like I’d make something up like that.]

And I just had to do something with that rather sweet portrait of a father and daughter.  I might even see this if it ever were made, too:

Plans (and pleadings) for the exotic Caribbean cruise continue apace! Come on, Rex, you’ve been taxed to the intellectual limit with the MRSA Mystery — you deserve a break! (But then, so does everyone else who associates with this M.D. (Medical Dolt).)

But then, there’s a plot-twist! Equally maritime, but the Annual Hospice Sailboat Regatta! And it’s this weekend, too! OMG!

It looks like Rex’s plans for the immediate future are “out to sea” — not once, but twice!

…or at least a cheerfully goofy one as to why Rex is so loath to go on this screamin’ deal Caribbean cruise. Does he think he’s going to be boarded by Johnny Depp? (Oh, well, he’d probably like that!)

I don’t have an answer for that, or where this mashup is headed. I just like how damned sullen Rex is. If there’d been a third panel in the original, it would’ve been Rex rolling up the newspaper and smacking Sarah repeatedly with it.

Lisa makes a visit from beyond the grave (thrilling? hardly.). Cheapskate Les probably hopes that the “bonding” between Summer and her dead mother will be enough so that he doesn’t have to spring for a decent birthday present for her.

Kinda makes you want to poke Les, doesn’t it?

The end of the MRSA ‘n’ Mats storyline in Rex Morgan.
The end of Dr. Andy Reed aka, Count Morgu, Medical Examiner.
I can deal with this.
I can.
Really.
All good things have to come to an end, don’t they?

Well, a girl can dream! And retcon! Or precon! Or extrapolate! Just remember…
Stinky Wrestling Mats : MRSA :: Caribbean Cruises : Norwalk Virus