Reasons why Mary, Edda’s old high school friend, really didn’t make a huge effort to keep in contact:
Yup:
Draw your own conclusions. I did.
THIS is what happens when Josh, the Comics Curmudgeon himself, mentions that he’s off on his annual week of Hanuchrismwaanza celebration. No mention of Uncle Lumpy tending the store (or minding the asylum), so there are rumors that Sneaky, the Klepto Raccoon an’ Andy’s (the Saint Bernard, not Rex Morgan’s pal) buddy, will be keeping us in line.
One raccoon vs. a horde of Curminions? One word: rabies.
We’ll be good, Josh.
UPDATE: This was originally published on 23 December 2008. But at last Sneaky has his very own song!
“The Ballad of Sneaky Raccoon”
Now somewhere in the green tree-filled land of Lost Forest
There lived a procyon named Sneaky Raccoon
One day his crawdads were stolen by another guy
Young Sneaky was hungry, Sneaky didn’t like that
He said I’m gonna get that boy
One day he walked to the cabin
And slipped himself into an open window
Sneaky Raccoon checked out the main room
Only to find old Mark Trail
Sneaky was mad, lots of sharp teeth he had
That dumb kid he was gonna assail
That kid and his pup on his crawdads did sup
Which made Sneaky very contrary
Mrs. Trail was there with nice black-and-blue hair
And everyone knew her as Cherry
She was sort of busty, her son’s name was Rusty
(He was smart as a bowl of squirrel stew)
Sneaky burst in and growling like sin
He said Rusty boy I’m gonna bite you
But that Rusty was weird – he cried “I’m askeered!”
And Mark Trail grabbed Sneaky’s ringed tail
Cherry’s dad wandered by, thought it best not to pry
But then he spied pancakes on the table
He said, Sneaky you met your match
And Sneaky said, This is just a rough patch
I’ll take down that boy as soon as I’m able
Sneaky — poor sod!– he was chained to a log
So much for his try at reprisal
Andy rescued him (the one not totally dim)
And helped with young Sneaky’s survival
Doot doodly doo doot doodly dee…
Sentient ones, in particular.
At last word of Scott being shot! makes its way out of the hospital:
And things might be a wee bit more critical than we first thought:
And Jeff is hounded by the idea of an old-maid daughter:
It doesn’t matter if Ari Papagapoloukamathekidos is a physician or a psychologist or a psychiatrist or a vet, it seems his medical cred is viewed with scorn by some.
Then again, it could just be his bedside manner.
Dr. Brian Good consults with Adrian! Is it Good news?
Still, it’s apparent that Adrian is a trooper!
Whether she’s a competent one is up for debate:
Funky Winterbean has temporarily suspended the Vortex of Middle Age Doom to return to the Abyss of High School Tomfoolery and Frosh Torture. Ah, just like the good old days.
(For a really large, really unnecessary picture of naked Jeffy, try to find the 30 September 2009 Family Circus. On second thought, you really don’t want to see this. Trust me.)
Marshmallows courtesy of Pearls Before Swine (just in case you might wonder where sentient marshmallows come from):
Scott’s been shot! OMG OMG OMG OMG
But the question is: so was another officer! OMG OMG OMG
One is seriously injured — the other didn’t make it! OMG OMG OMG OMG
But is Adrian a proto-widowed-fiance’e, or not?
And realizing that there’s a time and a place for everything (including merchandi$$$ing!):
And FINALLY!…Adrian hears the news. Scott’s in surgery! He’s not dead yet!
Maybe a little prayer is in order, with a genuine Going-To-Hell-bats :[ Mass card. Accept no substitutes! Collect ’em! Trade ’em! Better’n an Indulgence…cheaper, at least!
…Mark and Cherry could’ve once again been the Power Couple of Lost Forest.
Oh, over there. It’s Rusty. At least Mark takes his “father-son” talks very, very seriously.
And how disappointing is this…very, very, unsettlingly similar panels. I’m willing to believe it’s just some old swamp juju or voodoo some other silly word. I guess.
