Meanwhile, Bernice PhD in Psychology practices, “May I take your order, please?”.
And then there’s “J. for Genius” Jeffy…
Looks like Big Daddy endured another year with the Melonheads…
Some intense investigatin’…
EGAD!
Even more EGAD!
EG….aw, ewwwwww!
Mary’s pretty much run out of words…
Stellan or Willa or the 49-cent special at Petzmart is going to start smelling…
So long, and thanks for all the fi — oh, never mind.
More fun with Wilbur going nuts…
…and it’ll never get better.
Meanwhile, a cartoonist who doesn’t profess to know how to draw animals in the least should apply for Rivera’s job…..
I guess the current Mark Trail is getting exciting (wake me when something happens). At least there is a modicum of espionage and intrigue…
Sometimes some people should be alone. Everywhere. All the time.
This can go on merrily forever, can’t it?
All the histrionics!
Not to be overshadowed by a mere goldfish…
A return to reality?
Think things through, Wilbur (it’s a trial, I know)…
Somewhere, a 20-watt lightbulb is going off…
From one of the best comic strips ever, “Gordo”…
(And just a silly little one, “Dumplins.” Although Wilbur Weston’s epistle seems to be spreading…)
It’s not even a Cinco de Mayo reference; it’s just when you have to save something for later:
Is Meagan trying to dash without paying the bill, stiffing the restaurant? Or is she just trying to lose Wilbur? Who cares?!??
Whinin’ with the fishes….
Mary worries!
Wow…Wilbur really doesn’t care, unshaved legs and all.
That’s right, you dolt…piss off Mary…
…maybe it won’t last long (hey, at least Thel has 911 on speed-dial).
Even more fun (well, at least at Dolly’s expense):
