Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

How exciting is this?  Scott, coming out of his coma?  This could only be topped by Jeff, coming out of …well, you know:

And this panel just kills me:

Scott’s emergence from his coma sets some sort of speed record for anything happening in Mary Worth, too! What a guy!

And now that Scott’s conscious, there’s another person to join the endless Moebius loop of yammering.  Joy unbouded.

(Some folks at The Comics Curmudgeon thought that Adrian’s “happy face” looked a little too anime (I thought she looked like Wednesday Addams smiling in Addams Family Values, which is pretty much Creepy Deluxe).  So here’s an attempt at mangifying Dr. Cory):

And if the Great Pumpkin grants wishes, maybe he’ll bring Rex and June back!

(The strange thing is, when I was looking for images of tattoo guns, I discovered several mashups/parodies out there for “My First Tattoo Gun,” done in pastels and/or bright colors, nice and big so that little hands can handle them safely and build hand/eye coodination.  I figured Dolly’s already a pro, though…)

Theory 1:  With all the bedside manner being administered to Det. Scott by Drs. Jeff and Adrian, Mary’s a little at loose ends — it’s the end of October, a little late for a pool party, a little early  for Yuletide meddling (heavens! never before Thanksgiving!).  What’s a biddy to do?

Theory 2:  In spite of gator poaching going on all around them, Mark and Rusty are going to spend an uneventfuly final night in Lost Swamp, and Mark’s mighty fists will go unpunched. What’s a champion of justice to do?

Theory 3:  Cue the cute little dog!

The Ghost-Who-Mourns continues to do just that.  Something must be done!, thinks President (and BFF) Lamanda:

Riffing on today’s Pluggers, diligently digging through seat cushions for spare change:

I’ve heard that associating with people who are consistently negative only serves to drag you down with them.  Meh, I thought, I doubt that.

And then…