Someone asked why Le Chat Bleu (Les Moore’s nemesis) hadn’t made an appearance in the mystery car; someone else speculated that the feline was spending time over at Crankshaft’s strip, where Old Lillian continues to launch her writing career. Maybe so, but considering Batuiuk writes for both Funky Winkerbean and Crankshaft (or at least foundered founded both strips), there isn’t much of a stretch.
And I will admit that when I first thought of mashing this, I was going to change the title of her next book to “Murder at the Remainder Table,” but I forgot…which ties in with Lillian’s literary career.
Just to make Le Chat Bleu happy, I still may do that.
Comments Off on There’s always got to be a smart alec…
Make it up from whole cloth! (Really, it isn’t that difficult!)
Saul’s still on board (reluctantly) with teen-sitting Madi. Greta continues to thing otherwise.
Still, the current situation isn’t sitting well with some folks…
I find myself feeling bad for Saul. Getting stuck with a distant relative would be just as appealing to me (that is, not at all). I’m not as old as he is, but I am an old child, and that suited me just fine.
Comments Off on And what do you do when the Sunday strip is just a tired rehash of the previous week’s strips?
Les is back home and still worrying over his film-epic-to-be…what will happen if the guy who knocked up dead Lisa (still alive) shows up on the doorstep or railroad crossing of post office? And who cares?
Nevertheless Les is beginning to see enemies everywhere…and we are obligated to oblige the jerk. Starting with…
And even MORE THEN!:
This spreads more insidiously that ‘rona virus!
The driver is actually Mason Jarr, following Les so he can “become” Les, in the great tradition of hack D-list movie actors everywhere! and everyone who reads this tripe asks “Who cares?”