DavidO here snarking from a somewhat dusty room in here…*wipes an eye*
In today’s strip, we’re celebrating a major holiday with nary a Les in sight. Neither is there a mention of book tours, ghostly wives, pizza or marching bands. We even get to see Skyler in a somewhat closer view today and the kid doesn’t look bad.
Let’s be thankful for everything we have today, including a FW strip that doesn’t make every bone in my snark body ache.
Son of Stuck Funky 
A mysterious, long-abandoned love child, the daughter of a long-dead character from a different strip, TWO of Lisa’s bio-relatives, the woman who saved Summer’s Senior Dream Season AND a wheelchair-bound stroke victim. A Very Funky Thanksgiving indeed!
*MEANWHILE, ACROSS THE HALLWAY*
John: “Geez! Where are those worthless teenagers?!? I’m starting to think the first annual Komix Korner Thanksgiving Day Pre-Black Friday Sale-o-Rama-Thon -might- possibly be a bad idea.”
Crazy: “The woman who lives in my house certainly seemed to think so. She kept yammering away at me about some sort of big meal I -had- to attend today. I told her if I got hungry I’d just grab a slice of pizza downstairs! And for some reason that made her HUFFY! Kept asking why I’d force my daughter to work today! What the hell does THAT mean?!?”
John: “…well, I believe you blew your daughter’s college funds on “Tarzan” comic books, Harry. And your wi…uh…’the woman who lives in your house’ is still upset that Maddy was thus forced to stay at home working long hours in a dead end job at Montoni’s.”
Crazy: “Did you mention comical books about Tarzarn?!? Gee, I sure love Tarzan! Comical books! Pizza! Coffee! Tarzan!”
John: “…*…okay, I’ll give those damn worthless kids just 18 more hours to show up, then I’m going home to batch it.”
By the way, delicious spread Ann made for dinner, eh? A tiny bowl of lumpy green. A large dish of lumpy gray. A deformed grayish brown football laying on a bunch of plastic grapes.
Scrumptious.
Be grateful, little Durwood…at some point you will be spending time with the grandparent who writes books about the dead grandparents…
I’m trying to figure out just what that is they’ve stuffed Skyler in (it’s too small to be an infant car seat; perhaps it’s an old bread basket?), how exactly it’s propped up, and why it’s propped up in the middle of the table when any sensible new parents would be letting the baby sleep in a quiet place while they have a nice, peaceful dinner for a change.
Doesn’t the fact that Darin never knew about Kerry prior to Fred’s stroke mean that she does, in fact, have a family with whom she’s much more likely to spend Thanksgiving? Why is she instead hanging out with her dad who abandoned her, and his wife who didn’t acknowledge her?
Skyler lookd disturbingly like Dr. Bunsen Honeydew at Muppet Labs.
Sadly, what Fred actually meant to say was, “The game’s on.”
“Boy these Band Turkeys from last year still taste good don’t they?”
……three hours later: “I’m not feeling so good”
Black Friday newspaper headline: “Five Westview Adults Die of Food Poisoning….Infant child disappears”
I don’t get it. This is Funky Winkerbean, but there isn’t a single obese person here. Also, why isn’t this family, whose patriarch the Universe recently smote because of Derrrhey’s open happiness, cowering in a lead-lined cell?
Happy Thanksgiving, snarkers! Beware the Jabberturkey!