Wow…finally in Seduwa! It’ll be a hop, skip, and a jump until we reach the next part of our journey, and another three weeks! Rusty will probably be in junior college by the time Mark gets home.
And we’re off again…tents and crappy rations, ho!
In the Funkyverse, everyone is the slimmest margin from the Grim Reaper, accidentally or intentionally. Most intentionally.
And the wheels on the car go round and round…
…and now I understand it even less.
…that Dolly might actually be my girl? Remember, don’t apologize unless you don’t mean it!
The day (or week) after…and guess who shows up!
Of course, guess whose side Mary’s on…
And guess whose side Estelle’s on…
Every once in a while, Scoopy the Surly Sundae drops by, with a guest or two…
And then Fritz Goebel at Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon had to mention something about cat toys and lasers and stuff:
And then it was the next morning, with all the concern and quasi-help we know that Mary is willing to load onto her hapless victims:
Just as we thought Wilbutt and Estelle’s Date from Hell (TM) couldn’t get any better, the real-life team of Mary Worth, Moy and Brigman, bring us the GREAT…possibly even better than Wilbutt being unable to feed himself!
Of, course, yours truly has to doodle around with near perfection, or at least get Libby into the mix:
And Lily Walsh , a member of Facebook’s Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon, really takes the mashup cake (not that nasty pink one that Mary entered in a baking contest a few years ago):
Really.
No, really.
But good for you, Moy and Giella! A great set-up, and a greater delivery!
Nah. I think whatever Estelle may be dreaming of isn’t that bad (although there were several suggestions of “Mystery Date” and “Misery Date”). Also I should’ve used Fritzie Ritz as a leg model.
