So, it’s Mother’s Day, and Cayla gets to spend it in Funkyville OH, listening to Les whinge about having no luck on getting Dead Lisa My Very Own Wife movie into production. (Oh, and he’s in Hollywood BTW.)
Good God, is Cayla that desperate that she’ll stick with Les until she dies?
Les is a complete and utter asshole. The End.

And yet, after a weeken of whining, Les and his crap-for-brains agent Mason continue to hit the Hollywood streets, hoping for a green light!

Okay, sure. I’m officially bored with everything in Funky WInkerbean. Do the hell whatever Batuik and your avatar want…

With the Keane family sheltering at home (opleaseopleaseoplease), everyone plans for the time when the isolation ends and celebrations can resume…

Yes, EVERYONE…

Still, everything is back to normal at the end of the day…

New day…whatever.

Yeah, Big Daddy, I’m sure we’re all looking forward to the end of shelter-from-home and the religious debates that our daily conversations have devolved into…

Billy’s lucky. If I’d said anything clever or off-the-cuff to my mother, it would’ve been a good, hard slap. None of this namby-pamby wave-a-towel_around stuff…

So the stay-at-home restrictions have been lifted, not that anyone anticipates Jeffy going outside and appalling the neighbors.

Four hours? Seven hours? Two weeks? A month! I guess it’s long enough for us to get reacquainted with Jerod and remember just how contemptible he is!

I suppose the take-home message is that the flight may take a long time, but air travel is at least 110% safe! Just relax, Jerod…Dawn will be touching down at the Santa Royale International Airport/Waffle House in minutes or hours or something…

HOUR 46 of Dawn’s NY to Santa Royal flight…and Jerod has the sads again:

Oh, those mean doctors! As if Jerod doesn’t have enough on his plate!

Home again! Home again! Just watch out for Dawn’s jet skidding the Pacific…

…and if that doesn’t work: “So long, Screwy — see ya in St. Louie!“

Homeward bound! Can you believe it? It’s been such a grea…..oh. Look. It’s Jerod.

…an interesting little strip from Argentina that features witches, penguins, the occasional big, furry monster, and a girl and her cat Fellini (not all at once).

Well, maybe. Dawn “needs to talk” to Hugo. Hugo? He’d just rather have a rouleau bon marché et vide de sens dans le foin. Viva la sexe!

Oh, what a weeping Wilma! Hugo (briefly) thinks that he may be the cause of Dawn’s distress, but she’s as clueless as she has been for the last 15 years (or more) of her 20s.

Pepe Le Hugo is heroic to the last, even if Dawn has lowered le boom on him.

Of course, there’s a little le boom coming from Hugo as well…

Well, I think we ought to be very, very happy that Dawn and Hugo will remain friends (long-distance relationships can be so brutal!). And let’s cap off an expensive French dinner with cheap American ice cream…sorta like this whole escapade.

So we have to say goodbye for the summer…

…Rex has a new patient!

Ol’ Buck needs a place to crash while he recovers, and it’s great! that many of his fans extend their hospitality!

…because the Tucson Festival of Books is such a magnificent book fait, and the one in Crankshaft looks like such a crappy one…

Hi and Lois. I rarely read this strip. I had no idea that Lois was a working woman, even with four kids at home! It’s a pity that the times don’t seem to be treating real estate agents of any gender kindly…

Why on earth did I think anything would HAPPEN in a Sunday Mary Worth? Worse yet, we’re being treated to several panels that are REPRINTS (yes, honest to Dieu REPRINTS) of the earlier week’s strips! How do you say “lazy”? Paresseux will work…
Bob Weber, Jr., could get a few “find six differences” puzzles from the three panels re-used here.

OH! But maybe….

I wonder how you say “ohpleaseohpleaseohplease” in French?

I told my friends that I was abandoning this story line in Mary Worth because it was just so repetitious and boring. But I seemed to have lied (honestly, I thought the writer would get disgusted with the plot and characters, too!).

I sense a great disturbance in the Force…or may Hugo is just getting tired (really, really tired) of his American paramour) Dawn. I know I am.

Oh, boy! It’s time to strap on the old feedbag again!

And the end of another endless week. What will the Devil’s boit await them?