Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

All my favorite serial comics.  Nothing going on in any of them. Zip. Nada. Zilch.

Sooo….we cut ’em apart, toss ’em in a fishbowl, and try to get lucky, like a good, old-fashioned ’60s “key” party.

Or, as Mark is wont to say, “Speak softly, and carry a big fist!”

While that might be a satisfying round-house to a mere mortal (hat flying, spittle aplenty, man down), sometimes it just isn’t enough for Mark.  And boy, June Morgan, Harrassed Mom,  just loves that!

Nope, still not done…

It’s Mary Worth to the rescue!  No overweight, self-indulgent toad like Pity-Me Aggie is going to get pretty young Shannon fired, not as long as Mary can draw a breath!

And if that weren’t enough, Mary has a boatload of wonderful ideas for improving Pax Wellness Resort.  A boatload.  And the governing board would be wise to listen.  Just sayin’.

Maybe we can keep the Rhododendron Lake extant for a few million years longer!

The dinosaur story in Mark Trail is drawing to a close.  Unfortunately, the Pax Healthiness Resort ‘n’ Spa isn’t (at least the “hang the yoga teacher out to dry” portion).

If only there were a way to rectify this.

If only…

I mean, who knew that this…

…would lead to this?

(We suggest getting your mini-Pancake Treets in the lobby before our feature begins.)

…and Rusty sleeps on.

…but there have been so many pee, poop and fart jokes in the comics recently (well, there’s always Marvin,  but Baby Blues just did one, and that’s a comic I wouldn’t have expected, even featuring three kids), so I’m not so much immature as following the curve.  Ride the wave!

Oh, and if we have to acknowledge bodily functions, NO ONE does it better that Paul Trap’s Thatababy: