TB’s penchant for never drawing Summer the same way twice continues. Who is that heavy-lidded, slack-jawed boy in panel 2?
And Cayla, bringin’ “some hot chocolate”? Mmm-hmmm. Rent a room, you two!
Month: December 2010
Home, Les
When what to their wondering eyes should appear…it’s Les, home safe and sound. To the astonishment of absolutely no one, TB has gone to great lengths to build intrigue, with no payoff, none whatsoever. Hard to believe the erstwhile hall monitor has the strength to hoist his strapping daughter with a rib-cracking hug, but anyway.
Who Can It Be Now?
The tension not only has Cayla biting her fingernails, but causes her hair to stick straight out from her head. Oh, wait…that’s how her hair always looks.
Stump the Band
You know something? For the folks who only read the funnies on Sunday, Funky Winkerbean is still a “comic” strip. Sunday-only readers have been spared the oil spill cleanup, Funky’s physical therapy and nursing-home visit, Wally’s battle with PTSD, the rescue-dog thingy, the grueling band turkey sale, and most of the never-ending book tour. The Sunday Funkiverse offers tales of Scapegoat football and girls’ hoops, Funky picking out a car, Mr. Kablichnik and his wacky class…and now today, with Les lying amongst plane wreckage for all we know, it’s time for Band Hi-Jinks.
Wait-Les
OK, well, “Is your father home yet, Summer?” would be a little more natural. Summer has at least enough respect to address him as Dad. 
Summer has gone right past looking concerned: in panel 2 she looks as if she’s just learned the plane has gone off the radar. And that haunted look in panel 3? Summer’s not just scared: why, she’s Wally-scared!
Son of Stuck Funky 