Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

In Monday’s strip, Mark actually talks to Rusty about going on a fishing trip (well, after checking his e-mail, which I think is short for “eagle mail,” in which Mark communes with the mighty bald eagle for no apparent reason).

Of course, I’m not going to show you the actual strip (check out 7 May 2012 if you don’t believe me).  What I will show you is a mashup of the strip, very much inspired by CC’s Illustrator Steve (words) and CC’s gnemec (hot, hot illustration — check out The Comics Curmudgeon for all the gory details that led to that magnificent photo:  http://joshreads.com/?p=13534 .

And if all this Curminion cleverness doesn’t leave you reeling, here’s a fantabulous parody by CC’s Shrug. Hit it!

“And the Giant Squirrel’s in the Cradle”

Rusty arrived in the strip one day
Appeared on the scene in a hideous way
But Mark had geese to chase and Cherry to shun
Rusty had to make his own sad fun
And he was ugly and we knew it, and as dumb as a rock
He’d say “We’re going fishing soon, Mark
And you know we’re gonna fix the dock!”

And the dog’s Up North and so is Trail,
Little boy left with epic fail,
“When you comin’ home Mark?”
“I don’t know when, but we’ll fix the dock up then, son,
You know we’ll fix the dock up then.”

The boy cheered up just the other day
He said, “Glad you’re home, Mark, and gonna stay,
Can we fish together?” Mark said “Not today,
Off to Canada,” he said “That’s okay”
And he walked away but his smile hid a snark,
And he said, “I’m gonna be like you, Mark,
Yeah, you know I’m gonna be like Mark.”

And the dog’s Up North and so is Trail,
Little boy left with epic fail,
“When you comin’ home Mark?”
“I don’t know when, but we’ll fix the dock up then, son,
You know we’ll fix the dock up then.”

Mark’s still Up North, and the kid and all
Are still back home with the Jack Elrod ball,
And the sunken dock with the broken logs,
And the mutant fish and squirrels and frogs,
And the magazine check that’s overdue,
And they all wait around for you, Mark,
And the readers have to wait around too.

And the dog’s Up North and so is Trail,
Little boy left with epic fail,
“When you comin’ home Mark?”
“I don’t know when, but we’ll fix the dock up then, son,
You know we’ll fix the dock up then.”

And Andy stops to sniff a tree,
And McQueen’s well-liked in the commun-itee,
The fish are biting off Johnny’s pier,
And Kelly sees Mark and starts to leer,
Are you ever gonna get that article in?
You know the plot will have to end right then, Mark,
Since it will be the End Times then.

…and you don’t even have to go to church (unless they serve donuts afterward)!

Plus, a little Bit o’ Wisdom from CC’s own June Morgan (or someone Wise like her), Sequitur!

Mark Trail’s thrilling Reefer Madness tale got all kind of done with him whacking one bad guy (bald) in the head with a stick while Andy mauled the other bad guy (longish hair, circa 1970s).  No facial hair, no Fist of Justice, I guess.

So it wasn’t as exciting as we all might’ve been hoping, but there’s nothing quite like a father-mutant chat on the old porch as the sun sets in Lost Forest…because we all know that tomorrow will bring a new and exhilarating adventure pancakes!

But here’s some late-breaking news!  Never let it be said that Mark is not a Man of His Word (okay, not contracted words, but still, a Man of His Word!):

Or is the passenger seated next to Mary getting a little frisky?  The road to Meddle-Con takes to the skies…

…and then to the streets of New York!

And all of this would’ve been SO much better had Mary channeled her favorite femme fatale from the matinee, Miss Bette Davis…

…and not some weird middle-aged preggo stalker.

Tommie is Tommie.  And her verbal diarrhea is verbatim from CC’s gnemec, which I think is nothing less than sterling!

I could’ve sworn I’ve posted this on the blog in the past, but looking through all the Family Circus mashups, I’ve done, this has apparently missed its true place in infamy.

Ah, well, since da Keanes feel the need to rerun a panel today (I don’t know if the hi-larious caption has been replaced), I’m including this old mashup, based on that panel’s repetition.  Imitation is the highest form of flattery, you know.  And as Bullwinkle said, “If they liked it once, they’ll love it a second time!”

…catching your ulta-rich husband snogging with Margo!

In which bats :[ finds an errant “Love is…”, two out of three color panels (although all three are in color), and the return of Scoopy, with possibly fatal results!

I love The Comics Curmudgeon blog…Josh’s insights are funny, sharp, snarky, funny, more snarky…you get the idea.

And if laying the smack-down on comics that need whupping one side of the head (and usually down the other side) isn’t enough, there are the faithful Curminions, who are funny, sharp, snarky, funny, more snarky…you get the idea.  And some are positively inspired, talented beyond imagination, and wonderfully demented.  This flows from the pen (of course these types of folks write in pen! fountain pen! and they don’t get ink all over themselves either!) of Nehemiah Scudder, with a few suggestions from [Old Man] Muffaroo:

I am the very model of a comic strip curmudgeon.
My irony and wit are as sharp as any bludgeon,
I know about all comic strips both present and historical
From Yellow Kid to Cul de Sac in order categorical,
I know about slide rules too, and matters mathematical,
But I am especially good at anything grammatical.
I can diagram a sentence, and correctly use apostrophes
Tho I curse like Donald Duck when I attempt to write pornographies.
But as long as comic strips are there to rouse my dudgeon
I am the very model of a comic strip curmudgeon.

I am very good with words recondite and sesquipedalian,
Although my drinking habits are especially bacchanalian
Such words as fulgent, orgulous, occupy my cerebration,
Whilst I practice floccinaucinihilipilification.
I love to flaunt my knowledge of English lit and history
Tho anything to do with sports to me is just a mystery
But tho my comments range from the sublime to the ridiculous
I hope that I’ve never made a fellow ‘mudge somniculous!
But as long as comic strips are there to rouse my dudgeon
I am the very model of a comic strip curmudgeon.

Oh my gosh.  Just so good…take that, Les “I Am a Published Writer” Moore and Michael “Heh…We’re Still in Syndication, Suckers!” Patterson!

(Thanks for the loan, Nehemiah!)

I. Am. So. Excited.

I. Am. Still. Excited.