By bats | October 15, 2009 - 11:45 am
Posted in Category: Pulling the Plug(ger)

…it continued with “that look” of subtle horror.

Certainly something had to be more exciting than a silly old cell phone, particularly when you’re a Pluggger.


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By bats | October 12, 2009 - 11:06 pm
Posted in Category: Most maryWorthy, Three-Ring Freakshow

about the Keane Kompound and its denizens, but at least the mirrors work.

Well, aside from the horrific spectral beings populating them.


Clean up in Jeffy’s pants…clean up in Jeffy’s pants…

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By bats | - 11:01 pm
Posted in Category: Cameo Appearances

It started out innocently enough:


Which gave rise to the “Garfield Without Garfield” treatment:


Which began to spiral downward when CC’s MolyBendum speculated on “Garfield Without Purse” (only to be placated by the twin efforts of commodorejohn and AeroSquid):


Which completely crashed and burned when MolyBendum further speculated on *other* things, and a turkey leg fit the bill:



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By bats | October 11, 2009 - 4:43 pm
Posted in Category: Cameo Appearances

The main story in Dick Tracy plods excitingly ahead.  Dick and the FBI agent are now in the tiger’s cage! The tiger is growling! Mr. Pops is still laughing! Tune in November…

Anyway, today’s Crimestoppers Textbook advises against leaving pets outdoors unattended, as they could be stolen.  It’s good advice, of course, only the pet-napper (I think that who he is), looks like an extra from an old “Lone Ranger and Tonto” show.   Or “Rawhide.”  Or “Bonanza.”

I’m sure that wasn’t the intent of the artistsm — maybe it’s just the autumnal coloring that makes me think of harvest time and falling leaves and Thanksgiving and Pilgrims and Indians…

Okay.  So I’m changing the message.  No stealing anything. Just the usual “Don’t do this or die!” admonition from our favorite Dick:


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By bats | October 10, 2009 - 2:24 pm
Posted in Category: Trust Me, I'm a Doctor

Oh, the laughs! The good times!  The thrills!


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By bats | October 9, 2009 - 4:10 pm
Posted in Category: Pulling the Plug(ger)

Why we see Plugger dogs and Plugger chickens and Plugger kangaroos, but not a whole lot of Plugger goats:


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By bats | - 1:50 am

For the love of God, Jeff!


Still, Mary and Jeff somehow survive his crappy driving and arrive at the haunted house of terror!!! Check out that hideous apparition in Panel 2! hospital…


And because it takes. so. very. long. to. walk. through. a. door. let’s have a little more fun at Mary and Jeff’s expense:


Just one more.  I promise (if only they wouldn’t dawdle!):


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By bats | October 8, 2009 - 8:55 am
Posted in Category: So Pretty! So Pretentious!

Reasons why Mary, Edda’s old high school friend, really didn’t make a huge effort to keep in contact:




Draw your own conclusions.  I did.


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THIS is what happens when Josh, the Comics Curmudgeon himself, mentions that he’s off on his annual week of Hanuchrismwaanza celebration.  No mention of Uncle Lumpy tending the store (or minding the asylum), so there are rumors that Sneaky, the Klepto Raccoon an’ Andy’s (the Saint Bernard, not Rex Morgan’s pal) buddy, will be keeping us in line.

One raccoon vs. a horde of Curminions?  One word: rabies.

We’ll be good, Josh.

UPDATE: This was originally published on 23 December 2008.  But at last Sneaky has his very own song!

“The Ballad of Sneaky Raccoon”

Now somewhere in the green tree-filled land of Lost Forest
There lived a procyon named Sneaky Raccoon

One day his crawdads were stolen by another guy
Young Sneaky was hungry,  Sneaky didn’t like that
He said I’m gonna get that boy
One day he walked to the cabin
And slipped himself into an open window

Sneaky Raccoon checked out the main room
Only to find old Mark Trail
Sneaky was mad, lots of sharp teeth he had
That dumb kid he was gonna assail
That kid and his pup on his crawdads did sup

Which made Sneaky very contrary

Mrs. Trail was there with nice black-and-blue hair
And everyone knew her as Cherry

She was sort of busty, her son’s name was Rusty
(He was smart as a bowl of squirrel stew)

Sneaky burst in and growling like sin

He said Rusty boy I’m gonna bite you

But that Rusty was weird – he cried “I’m askeered!”
And Mark Trail grabbed Sneaky’s ringed tail

Cherry’s dad wandered by, thought it best not to pry
But then he spied pancakes on the table

He said, Sneaky you met your match
And Sneaky said, This is just a rough patch
I’ll take down that boy as soon as I’m able

Sneaky — poor sod!– he was chained to a log
So much for his try at reprisal

Andy rescued him (the one not totally dim)
And helped with young Sneaky’s survival

Doot doodly doo doot doodly dee…

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By bats | October 6, 2009 - 10:47 am
Posted in Category: Cameo Appearances

Sentient ones, in particular.


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