…between “gladiator movies” and “Turkish prisons”…
(If not, it should’ve been!)
And if this weren’t enough, someone at CC points out Sarah’s fabulous line in the second throw-away panel, so here’s my “Extended Edition/Director’s Cut”:
This took virtually no effort. In a classy fern bar, Sam remains clueless.
I must be the only person who’s never seen When Harry Met Sally, because I loathe Meg Ryan. Still, I can appropriate the title, and Willy’s mop-top gives Meg’s bed-head a run for its money.
There’s been a lot of panels to have fun with, and I’m sorta, kinda trying to stay away from the very most obvious direction:
Okay, sometimes avoiding that direction works, sometimes not:
Whew! A metric buttload of comics paid tribute to Earth Day on 22 April, some well, and some not-so-well. Mary Worth even interrupted an explosive confrontation between Adrian Cory and her fiance’ Ted to honor the planet. Nevertheless, Mary is an avid tree-hugger (as long as there’s no messy bark or sticky sap), and she recycled the Earth Day strip for the next day’s news. Way to save the planet, Mare!
Yes, Billy, make another one of your inept, clumsy play on words. Your siblings are oblivious to them, but old people throughout the U.S. will chuckle and nod, “That Billy! What a card!”
No, she’s not called Grandma because it’s Grand when she’s around. However, I have to give you credit for your increased vocabulary. (Your sibs will still be oblivious, however…)
This is just like the upcoming movie XMen Origins: Wolverine, only without Hugh Jackman.
Hey, wouldn’t Hugh Jackman make a great Rex Morgan (no, not in his Wolverine persona!)?
Here I was, doing a one-time funny with wacky, wacky road-rage possessed drivers. Hey, it’s funny, and it’s a one shot deal. Right?
Oh, how wrong I was!
…you little snaggle-toothed pinhead.
Mark and Cherry both speculate that the men who stole your camera might be bad guys. I don’t think that either of them go about blithely and consider the general public a Mongol horde, so what possesses you to vigilante action, Rusty?
Why don’t you just run home and tell Mark and Cherry where the men are, Rusty?
Or are you just as greedy and conniving as those men, Rusty?
Maybe you don’t deserve to be the Trails’ adopted little boy. They’re good, upstanding members of their little woodlands community, Rusty. Can you ever hope to measure up to them?
Probably not. The greatest service you’re ever likely to provide to Lost Forest is as a breakfast for a grizzly one cold April morning.
The tenacious and aggressively insightful June finally breaks Sarah. Just as she has with Rex, Gretchen, Abby, and countless others…but, is it worth it?
Are you really happy, June?
I mean…REALLY?
On the other end of the spectrum is Rex. It’s the little things in life that make Rex happy.
Little, underage things…
Eerie similarities…
(I do like CC’s Little Guy, in response to June’s aggressive interrogation (and even more aggressive removal of her sunglasses) ask, “Did I just hear Roger Daltrey screaming in the background?”. This is ringing all sorts of alarm bells, isn’t it?)
Here’s the original as a reference:
And here’s the mashup (you’ll have to add your own Horatio Caine):
