Something smirking this way comes

Upon first seeing today’s strip, I was going to mock Les for yelling his secret across the crowded dining room at Montoni’s. Then I remembered, this is Montoni’s; no one else is there.

And then I noticed them.

Less magnificent, girlish hips. Theyre smirking at you.
Les’s magnificent, girlish hips. They’re smirking at you.

17 thoughts on “Something smirking this way comes”

  1. Who in the hell is actually working right now? Holly’s not in uniform. Has Funky just been in the back room the entire week or something?

  2. The pink blouse under a black cardigan IS Holly’s uniform.

    Boy, this really is all about aggrandizing Les. Are we sure it’s Mason who should be giving Cindy an exclusive interview? Sounds as if she’s already talking to a much more relevant and interesting person who contains multitudes!

  3. Just last summer Mason Jarr was a schlub who needed bent nails just to get through table reads, but now he’s Rockery Hudpeck all of a sudden, inspiring shock and awe in all who hear his name. Holly comes across as especially imbecilic today, it’s like she wasn’t paying any attention at all to the premise BanTom’s been flogging for the last two weeks. Her and around eight billion other people. Zing.

    And get a load of Les Moore, Hollywood power broker, strutting outside for a little privacy while he rings up his superstar pal Mason. Yesterday he was a babbling idiot who didn’t know anything, today he’s sidestepping around Mason’s entire PR team and granting “exclusive interviews”. What a dick.

  4. Pretty much the entire week has been Cindy bugging Les to tell her the secret and Les telling her the secret.

    And I swear to god, I honestly growled when saw them say Mason Jarr the Actor. Batiuk, there is a difference between reminding the audience of details they might have forgotten, a necessity in a daily comic strip, and literally repeating the same phrase over and over.

  5. In those old Warner Bros cartoons, when Wile E. Coyote lit a fuse, and it burned its way to an explosive…well, you knew there was going to be a pay-off.

    In Funky Winkerbean, you know that pay-off will be a rude farting noise and a smirk…and you also know, awards will be expected.

  6. Brooke McBatom® The Misfit Cartoonist once again shows that Funky Winkerbean’s actual fanbase has been whittled down to blue-haired subscribers to the Elyria Chronicle Telegram who are now legally blind. And those who have early onset of Alzheimer’s.

    All we need is for Mason Jarr The Goddam Movie Actor!!! to disclose that he is a second cousin of My Father John Darling, who was murdered. Hey Brooke McBatom® The Misfit Cartoonist, why not throw in Jessica Darling, the daughter of My Father John Darling who was murdered, and really go all out on this “reality-based” garbage?

    This storyline is so ridiculously self-absorbed that it won’t surprise me if it is later revealed that Brooke McBatom® is not an actual human being… but rather as the largest known Maxi Pad ever made.

  7. How nice. Mason Jarr The Goddam Movie Actor!!! will give an “exclusive” interview with an reporter for Channel 1 News in Cleveland, Ohio if she keeps quiet. Of course, no one who watches Channel 1 – if they can find it – would believe Cindy’s story even if she stabs St. Les the Righteous Smirker in the back.

    By the end of this storyline, if Mason Jarr The Goddam Movie Actor!!! isn’t reprimanded by the Screen Actors Guild, he really ought to be.

  8. Judging by the plethora of empty booths in the first panel, it’s obvious that St. Les the Righteous Smirker, The Immolate Holly Budd and Cindy Ted Baxter did a lot to drive away whatever customers Montoni’s had.

    And the Apartment 3-G glacial pace of dialogue this week shows that the customers fled in a matter of minutes.

  9. Les has already started to casually refer to Mason Jarr the Movie Actor by his first name. He’s going to be more insufferable than usual by the time this is through.

  10. He JUST told you guys that he talks with MJTMA. He literally *just* told you. And how wouldn’t you know? Why so stunned after all this time? If Les was talking on the phone with him, then certainly you guys would have heard him say “hey, Mace!” or some such thing, and then put two and two together. Are you that stupid, really?! Or is TomBat that stupid? Or is he just really that sexist? Or all of the above???? Gahhh, I need to go to bed.

  11. What irritates me is that again, they have difficulty associating a real live movie star with the shlump they’ve known since high school.

  12. Wait. He already established that Mason Jar The Hollywood Movie Actor would be staying at his house. Yet they are utterly shocked he could talk to Mason Jar The Hollywood Movie Actor on the telephone?? Why would that be? Oh, wait. That’s called “writing.”

    What I can’t “wrap around my head” (setting aside the rest of this entire ridiculous, forced, contrived premise) is why a (we are led to assume) zillionaire Hollywood Movie Actor would need to bunk with some dope he hardly knows in his dinky little house. What, there are no hotels within 50 miles of the precious comic books Mason Jar The Hollywood Movie Actor has come to read cover to cover? Mason Jar The Hollywood Movie Actor welcomes the chance to save a few shekels by not having to pay for lodging? Will he be taking a Greyhound Bus from California to Ahia? Wake me when any of this starts to make sense.

    Meanwhile, brace yourself for some zany Bye Bye Birdie-like hilarious consequences arising from Cyndi Whatshername finding out about the formerly Top Secret Squirrel visitation of the great Mason Jar The Hollywood Movie Actor to East Bumflip, Ahia.

  13. Hadda Mae Kapupe: Of course, they have to be spoon-fed every little thing: they don’t understand instinctively how ‘great’ crazy-ass bullcrap sixties DC comics are and are thus dumb.

  14. Kent State Womens Basketball are now 3-12.
    Two scholarships are being shifted over to water ballet.

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