You’d think the comic book seller would make a little more of an effort to run after a prospective sale. You’d think that he’d keep #115, “the rarest of the run,” in a protective slab instead of (misfiled!) in a bin for conventioneers to paw through. You’d think that by now I’d have stopped looking for logic within the panels of a Funky Winkerbean comic.
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Son of Stuck Funky 
Most kindergardeners could come up with a more compelling, logical, realistic, and tightly written story than this so called writer has subjected us to.
Too late, Mr. Comic Book Seller, Holly’s protective morphing field has kicked in, and she’s now a dark-haired person with a brown-and-black striped shirt.
I suppose TB thought this was hilarious on several different levels but, as usual, he was wrong. Live like a bumbling idiot, die like a bumbling idiot, as the old saying goes. When a Westviewian wants a comic book they want a comic book NOW, there’s no time for dilly-dallying or pertinent questions or waiting for three seconds or any crap like that.
And yeah, the “rarest SJ of the run” is just casually tossed in a box with the rest of the other, lesser issues? The lack of detail that goes into every single FW story is just amazing.
Still only 10 cents
The stupid is strong with this one.
“Please, take it off me! You’re the first person I’ve ever met who actually wants this POS series!”
I’ve been to comic con. At least 1/4 of the people that go are cosplayers. Nice to see not one damn cosplayer in this illustration.
The man can’t plot his way out of a paper bag. Just god awful here. Easily one of his worst attempts.
I just don’t understand why so much time and space is wasted on such an absurdly dull storyline. As others have pointed out, she could have done all of this collecting with a few clicks of the mouse.
With such a broad range of characters, you’d think he’d be more vested in some of the others. What happened to Dinkle, or Bull, or the girls at college? Not that I am interested at all in any of them, but it would be something different to explore for awhile. This late middle aged nerdiness is creepy!
The ONLY thing that got my attention on this whole arc was today’s solid post title.
It was filed out of order?! YOU’RE out of order! This whole STRIP is out of order! They’re out of order! You just cost me $6,000! $6,000 and one Cadillac! What are you going to do about it, asshole? Batiuka! Batiuka!
I knew that the near misses were going to be stupid. I should have steeled myself for their being THIS stupid. In a few days, this will seem the apex of clarity, plausibility and intelligence.
Epic title! Much better than FW deserves. And now, the interminable slog through FW’s version of Comic Con, for the rest of July. Ugh! The Universe really must hate us.
“Wait. It was filed out of order.” No exclamation points. He’s flailing his arms around while speaking in a calm monotone voice, in a huge crowded room no less. So freaking bizarre.
What I find bizarre is that the guy knew that #115 was misfiled, but did nothing about it until he saw Holly trying and failing to find it due to its misfiling. It can’t be that he confirmed that he had it because the timing doesn’t work. He had to know beforehand that it was out of order but did nothing to correct it until he had already lost a sale.
Plus, there’s Holly talking out loud to no one so the guy could overhear her, but that sort of bizarre thing is pretty standard in this universe. I’m just surprised we were spared a “here I am at SDCC looking for Starbuck Jones comics” introduction.
I’ve been to comic con. At least 1/4 of the people that go are cosplayers. Nice to see not one damn cosplayer in this illustration.
Guess again–that’s actually comic book John dressed as beloved comic strip character Holly Winkerbean!
When Tom Batiuk said in the interview that Holly would go to Comic Con and not find the issue she wanted, I assumed (silly me) that she wouldn’t get it because no one had it, not that she was too stupid to ask for it. Tom Batiuk keeps finding inventive ways to make his characters less appealing.
I used to complain about the all too quick and convenient endings that Neil Rubin has consistently written over the past 5 years of Gil Thorp. I say “used to” because I’ve just read this.
So what’s more likely here.
A: Holly is not shown actually checking any other vendors for this issue.
B: the seller here pursues Holly all over the con floor but fails to catch her.
C: Holly almost manages to procure a copy, but through some contrivance it’s destroyed in front of her.
D: a combination of any or all of the above.
E: a jar of almonds.
For those of you missing Les, you should check MARY WORTH. One of the characters is a little girl, Olive, who sees angels in her dreams. The angels talk to her. Right now she’s at the doctor having a cyst examined. She may have cancer, like Lisa. Her dad looks disturbingly like Les. Maybe he’ll write a best selling book about the angels his daughter is seeing and her dying of cancer–a combination of LISA’S STORY and HEAVEN IS FOR REAL. Could be a movie deal here.
LeBron James announced he is returning to Cleveland.
I wonder if part of the deal was that Batiuk would stop disgracing Ohio by writing terrible comic book related plots.