I haz it.
I think that strips like Mary Worth and Rex Morgan, M.D. suffer more than anyone can imagine when their titular (*snort*) characters go MIA. At the moment, Rex isn’t doing much besides sniffing milk and listening to the line of bull-doody Cousin Brook is feeding him — but it’s Rex! With his concerned looks, quizzical looks, sideways glances, everything Rexly!
On the other hand, it’s a death march at Wilbur’s condo, with Wilbur any moment going to trade in his daughter Dawn for his new BFF, his possibly bastard son Kurt. All while sitting on a sofa. Looking at old photos. Imagine the excitement if Mary were on that couch, shooting daggers at Kurt!
Ah, but that’s not the case. Instead, excitement between Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum, and Tweedle Dumber must be generated through rumor, speculation and new dialog.
Even a pinch of Mary goes a long way in spicing up things!
Well, okay — I’ll admit that Droopy Dawg Dawn sitting on the sofa is pretty amusing, in a sad, nobody-puts-Dawnie-in-the-corner-except-her-own-freaking’-father way:
Mary, if you know what’s good for you, Charterstone and Santa Royale, YOU’D be at Wilbur’s door in a heartbeat!
[The Next Day’s Panel]
What?!? Mary’s still not here? Oh, lordy, lordy…
CC’s Master Softheart commented that nothing livens up a stagnant superhero comment like live artillery (The Phantom being a current case-in-point). Hmmm…it is works for superheroes…
Oh, Dawn. What you failed to realize is that anyone with an XX chromosome will never win in the Charterstone universe. Mary is the queen bee, one way or another.
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