Okay, it’s Rex Morgan, M.D. answering a late-night emergency call from a patient’s wife. But for us, it’s a lovely simple panel of Rex answering the phone (aka, go nuts, kids!).
First, being true to the current storyline. Sort of.
Second, arts gratia artis.
Plus, the ongoing mystery that is Rex Morgan, M.D.
And maybe that’s for the best…
Sarah continues to fret about her 16-page book deal. Waddaya want us to do? Call out the Marines?!??
Say….
Rather than rehash yet another hit-with-a-2-by-4 Independence laff-fest from the Family Circus, the Morgans take their days off a little more subdued. And yet, quietly amusing, because they’re classy that way.
Sarah, start pulling your load! That new kid is going to be worthless for the first two years, and you know it!
I mean it, Sarah.
Clueless, but honest. And possibly alcoholic.
Dang, but I LOVE REX!
The bargain has been struck, and soon, li’l Sarah will be a published author! And illustrator!
It could only be better if she’d made a deal with the Dev–wait, what?
…when it can affect both Rex (Dr. Oblivious) and Cayla (I married Les Moore — how can it be worse?) alike.
It’s been a while, since we have to deal with deadly dull but rich wheeler-dealer Milton Avery.
But perhaps for not much longer…
And just when Rex might have a chance for a breather and a six-martini lunch (he can’t let June’s three go to waste, can he), we’re off to see how wittle Sarah and her classmates are faring on their field trip:
Eh. You weren’t using the sailboat anyway, Rex:
An idiot curator, or a cunning plan?
…seven long, terrifying months.
