Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

That week of Delilah telling Mary her good news, and Mary telling Delilah that all good things happen if people just listen to Mary Worth appears to have only been a brief blip in the Idiot-O-Meter…instead of more with Delilah the Idiot, it appears we’re looping back to more of the Adrian the Idiot story.

Dang.

Although, to be honest, I was hoping that a new Delilah the Idiot story might re-introduce Charley the Perv.  Then again, what if Charley’s day job were a Physical Therapist?!?  ohpleaseohpleaseohplease…

Or, what if Scott’s primary care physician had a day off? Or was on vacation? Or had the flu? Or retired?

I think that little Guran dude is wandering around the halls…

…it looks like Dr. Aristotle Papadagoras, Apt 3-G’s resident roue, is lookin’ pretty needy this holiday season.

Meanwhile, Sam Driver probably wouldn’t recognize, much less want it, if it slapped him in the face.  Or if both of them did:

You know you want it.

You wouldn’t dress that way if you didn’t.

Wait…what?

All this talk of babies and kindly old platitude-lobbers.  This is what you really want:

A valuable lesson for today’s kids:

Oh, and don’t forget to ENJOY NATURE!

…looks who’s calling Mary!  Yes! It’s the Stupidest Child Prodigy in the World, Delilah!

Mary’s posture in this one confuses and concerns me.  Mary isn’t one for leanin’ back and ‘gargling platitudes’ (as CC’s True Fable so eloquently puts it).  Mary is a full-contact active meddler — she’s always trotting around the Charterstone community pool, or roaming the halls of Mountview Hospital, or stalking around the Bum Boat, waiting to be seated.  About the only time she’s “at ease,” is during her “Coffee Chats” with Toby, and even then, she’s got a wary eye on that toaster.

Because toasters cannot be trusted.

So…what exactly is Mary doing?

Mary’s armchair platitudinizin’ caused much merriment among the Comics Curminions (Mary getting a buzz…Mary quizzing Delilah on basic geometry formulas…), and just seeing the old biddy kicking back there is a thing of beauty.

Actually, it’s more a thing of ridicule, but I digress:

So Billy’s bitching about something or other that Dolly’s doing.

Who cares, Billy?  You little weasel, always tattling on some minutiae  that no one (not Mommy, not Daddy, not Barfy, not Mr. Wilson) gives a rat’s ass about.

Maybe you need to raise the bar on your whining.

A new Rusty Trail shot! How exciting!

Possibly even too exciting…Mark explains:

Did someone say “Early Christmas“?!?  You bet!  The 18 November strip — no talk, all action!  Mark goes after the gator with a tree branch and Bob the Reformed Poacher saves Sassy!

YOW!!

Of course, I simply cannot leave well enough alone…

It doesn’t get much better when you can just superimpose one element of one comic into one panel of another…