Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

(originally titled “Fun at Rusty’s Expense)

While I was hearing voices, inspired by Rusty’s incredulous response to Mark calling every freakin’ vet in the book:

many folks at The Comics Curmudgeon were fascinated/repelled/nauseated, observing that while Rusty indeed has five fingers (count ’em), a quick glance seems to suggest otherwise):

(Brian Blessed rocks so hard it’s not funny…)

Can NOTHING stop Mary Worth in the middle of a meddle?!?

…suddenly takes on a whole different meaning!

Thanks to Dean Booth for the totally wasted expression. Roll on, little Dudette!

Meanwhile,  someone’s been rifling through Dolly’s boudoir…

Just like all those reality shows on TV — YOU get to participate in the thrills and chills!

Meanwhile, back in NYC and an art gallery that shall remain nameless:

Oh, yeah, the Mills Gallery.  Well, I think everyone with the Mills name involved with the gallery is dead.

Andy Reed, Investigative County Coroner (and Vampire, too!):

Dr. Roberts, Slick New Young Doctor!:

Some Guy, Funeral Home Director and Embalmer!:

CC’s spike thought that likely upcoming future moments in 9 Chickweed Lane could be improved by a visitor from Cul de Sac.  I think it works — maybe both locations are in the same neighborhood…

What more can you say when you have a naked Lio the first thing Monday morning?

Yes, I’m afraid so.  Poking fun at Rusty’s expense:

I’m guessing

• Graves’ Disease;
• Tetanus; or
• Some inexplicable relatedness to Jerry Colonna.