The intertwining-dialog-balloon gimmick was interesting on Monday; don’t beat it to death, TB.
To the astonishment of absolutely no one, Wally’s icebox is empty, except for leftover pizza and “Beer”. Rachel remembered the ice cream but forgot to include milk in her pic-a-nic basket, so now “we’ll” have to go to…gasp!…the supermarket! Wally looks scared (of course). Is it the prospect of a daylight sortie to the neighborhood Giant Eagle…or is it the sight of Rachel’s “hatchet butt”?
Son of Stuck Funky 