…but I thought Jill Black ought to have as many photos of the rehearsal dinner as possible. I think she could bring Scott and Jeff up on assault charges. Wonder which one would turn into a prison prima donna first…
So Judge Parker and Sam Driver are off on another book tour or book deal thingie or book something.
You think that’s boring? Let’s put them in and AIRPORT first!
And then put them on a PLACE! Excitement ensues!
I’ve always been of the opinion that if a person really, really, really wants to be a scapegoat, it’s very nice to oblige them.
Extra points if you happen to be a succubus.
Triple points if the scapegoat is a certifiable, card-carrying (or ought to be carrying a card) jackass.
Fathers, hide your daughters!
Let’s get this party started good and proper!
Jeff absconds with his son, and Mary goes to ogle the gifts (undoubtedly planning on taking at least one home for all the “good advice” she’s doled out during this particular story-arc.
But a mysterious envelop is spotted! Who could it be from?!?
Mark Trail has been literally going around in circles in a small boat, trying to get the drop on a diamond smuggler. Glaciers move faster than his investigation, and everyone at Sea Breeze Fishing Camp is threatened with being iced in if the plot doesn’t start picking up the pace.
CC’s [Old Man] Muffaroo has a brilliant idea of bringing in an incisive mind like Dick Tracy to help Mark — yeah, well, good luck with that!
Poor Ziggy. The ultimate Everyman with the Whole World Conspiring Against Him.
So, he has a bad job (I think), only $10 for dinner, and a hankering for Italian cuisine. Evidently there isn’t an Olive Garden in Ziggyland, where you can get the endless breadsticks and soup and salad for under 10 bucks, so he goes to his local cucina and is mercilessly ridiculed by the waiter.
This has to STOP!, at least for one day.
This might be the only time it happens in 2011, Zig, but Happy Endings New Year.
One strip in a week with this theme…creepy.
Two strips in a week…well, aren’t you glad I can be just as creepy? 😀
Okay. I get it. It’s Theme Week.
If you insist…
…where zombie comic strips are unheard of…where mediocre ones fade once the original cartoonists retire…where there are no father-to-s0n “legacy” strips…
No, not really.
Still, Rex does have his finances to worry about…
