…a whole cadre of proctologists would have to be kept on retainer, he’s such a little a-hole.
The Black Friday edition of FC featured a non-funny of Billy telling a “friend” about his uncle. The conversation was one-sided with Billy doing all of the talking. Not content with a word balloon, however, Billy commandeers a sub-caption as well. The result. No funny. Sure, his little pal looks interested, but then, so does Daddy when he’s got his inch-thick Coke-bottle-bottom specs trained on his son — maybe he’s just trying to focus the sun’s rays on Billy, hoping he’ll combust (hey, it works on ants, doesn’t it?)
Blather away, Billy. We know what everyone’s thinking…
[Note that even Billy’s friends’ heads aren’t as deformed as those of the Keane kids. Go on — measure!]
Talking squirrel from over at Comics Curmudgeon suggested that Billy and Sarah Morgan (who’s been getting a lot of panel time for the past few weeks) get together for a rousing match of obnoxious kidlets. The premise is sound, but there are limits even for precocious little darlings:
Oh, and we mustn’t forget know-it-all Dolly. Cripes, set up against the Keane Klan, Sarah comes off as all sweetness and light, hardly a whit of snottiness around her. This is a scary, scary thought.
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