Mark and Rusty are back in Lost Forest. Who cares?
Face it…Saul is happiest with a bowl of people chow set in front of him. Sorry, Eve.
The casual chat circles around to HOW WONDERFUL DOGS ARE!!!!
I swear to Dog, unless evil dead Gary shows up as a zombie to terrorize Charterstone, I am DONE with Saul and Eve’s lame antics!
And yet, this plot drags on… (Yes, that is you-kno-who in the shrubbery.)
How exciting for Eve and Saul to supplement their pensions by making their dogs work! I don’t think therapy dogs actually get paid, though…
This piece of crap storyline just isn’t going to end, no matter how many opportunities there are for a finale.
…only that a friend of Luann’s (not Bernice or the few others) is run over by the friend’s criminal cousin after having burglarized The Fuse (the restaurant owned by Luann’s folks).
See? I told you it was stupid.
What will happen next. Or should I say, “Do any of us really care?” (Nice to know that Ann Eiffel has a job with Emergency Repsponse Services, though.)
And once again, no one ever dies in the Realm of Luann…they only wish that they did.
Whew! everyone’s safe and/or the cartoonist has lost interest. Instead, let’s have some young adult hijinks about wasting your time and money at college and having FUN instead, because you’re girlfriend wants you to, and you’re too much of a spineless creep to say otherwise!
Let’s drop all these half-baked teen dramas that go nowhere, and instead fixate on real, adult stories that continue to a real, logical conclusion…
Oh, come on! These two gits engendered the twerp Luann!
Late-night work hours can have advantages…
Of course, this racy routine quickly fades; it is Luann, after all.
Hold everything! the races continues!
New story (since the cartoonist apparently lost interest along the way)!
So release the hound!
And to think, a short, ill-tempered Doxie wouldn’t step up to the challenge!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Max is found!
It’s a Sunday strip…and SPOILERS! The Saul and Eve and Max and Greta Show bleed into the next week! I’m ending it here.
Les is still hawking those books that should’ve been remaindered years ago, but the public loves it…
Why? because it’s a free signing! Maybe there’ll be cookies!
Then again, no cookie is worth this…
Les is just phoning it in, and the bookstore owners have closed for the night…
(Who wants to bet that some of the audience is pooling their loose change to dry-gulch Les?)
And here is what/who appears to be Les’ Number 1 Fan!
After a week of this drivel, one could ask philosophical questions…
But, hey…anything to push Jeffy into years of therapy:
And it’s not just Jeffy who’s the mental midget in the Kean Klan…
And we’re going neck-and-neck between Jeffy and Billy in “who’s the bigger moron?” derby…
Sigh… Dolly Keane may be the smartest one of the Klan…
Mommy and Daddy getting fed up with the froots of their loins? You bet!
Really, it could be anyone at the front door…Fuller Brushmen, Mormon missionaries…
…but a guest. What could it hurt?
Comics Kingdom has ceased to function, Mary and all the ancillary characters in the strip are dead, and Moy reigns supreme!
This was actually a two-panel weekday strip that I only figured out how the mash the second (below) once I’d finished with the first (above):
The 40-day, 40-night storm continues, along with this interminable storyline. Hope yer likin’ it, kids!
And then Max runs off! with the open door, the lightning, the thunder…whoda thunk it?!??
I TOLD you to watch your step, Saul!
And just when you think your special little dog can do superhuman (or supercanine) things…
Saul and Eve continue their evening together. It goes on and on. And on and on. And on and on…
Eve continues her long story about her awful marriage to her awful husband Gary; could things get any worse?
I guess so! Gary shooting the dog was a real kerfuffle in toonland (read, a lot of people were really pissed off at Moy’s lack-of-storytelling abilities). At least she made up for it the next day, showing that the innocent were saved…
Yay! Back to the boredom that is a date with eve and Saul…
While their patient dogs wait patiently. Patiently. Patiently…
all the prove the point that animals are dumb.
Could all this pointless yammering herald the end of this pointless storyline?
…and Buck’s missing it entirely (a tRump-style lunch at the local greasy spoon can’t hurt, can it?)
Boy, howdy, Beatty is foisting off all the writing work on Rex’s mythical, no-talent daughter Sarah…
Another week, and the creators of this comic STILL can’t come up with anything funny/amusing/less obvious….
All the Sarah fantasizing and pandemic in Morganville is over, and the usual ennui is back in place…
