Behold Saturday’s mild drollery.
Buddy sure is happy to be home, as he’s followed in the door by the Twits, who probably forgot to feed him before they left. Bet he’s headed straight for his dish. Meanwhile, we’re treated to blah-blah-blah followed by another lame attempt at a punchline involving Rachel’s mother. Rachel’s unseen mother, I might add, since T-Bats has attempted this kind of joke before…
Anyway, I was trying to think of what kind of project I’d make if I had a stack of Wallys at my disposal, and I figure I’d just notch them all at their enormous foreheads and interlock them into a little Ohio Wilderness cabin, like Lincoln Logs.
The only surprise left this week is Sunday’s strip, and whether or not there will be some sort of Rachel-and-Wally wrap up, and if so will the colorists make Rachel’s hair blonde like they usually do on Sundays in complete yet typical disregard for continuity.
Son of Stuck Funky 
I don’t know, Wally. Considering your wife used to have a son that nobody speaks of anymore, I think she might be a project too.
Yes, Wally will do JUST FINE at community college and if he feels any anxiety kicking in he can always just send Buddy over Niagara Falls in a 55 gallon drum or throw some lit fireworks at him or something. But as of today, everything is just wry and dandy between the Pizza Queen and her “project”. Hopefully Wally didn’t wait too long and there’s still a spot available in Pizza Making 101 or Pizza Theory or Pizza App Design or American Pizza History or World Pizza History. I mean hey, someday (probably relatively soon too) Tony and Funky are going to die and a managerial position is going to open up and without that sheepskin there’s just no chance of ever making it out of that kitchen, you know?
@spacemanspiff85 When did Rachel have a kid? I don’t remember.
If you mean that he’s unattractive, run-down, and no sane person would chose to live with him, then yes. (But that describes most of this strip, I’ve discovered.)
@HeyItsDave:
According to this site, he hasn’t been seen since January 2011.
Oh! That’s her kid then! I always thought she was babysitting a nephew.
Odd how they keep forgetting that both of them have children out there. It’s as if there’s some sort of project to make them forget a generation that will grow up not loving crap old serials from the thirties and crap DC Comics from the sixties.
Hold on there partner…. didn’t Wallace already give her a (cigar) ring and propose ions ago? I should have been holding my finger along the lines of the script so I don’t get confused
never mind
“That was you, Wally? I thought it was my mother. No, seriously… I really can’t tell your faces apart anymore. The doctor says it’s prosopagnosia, or ‘face blindness,’ and it’s probably caused by the brain tumor I developed from eating too much Montoni’s pizza. I’m scared, Wally, or Mom, or whoever you are… really scared…”
Remember, Funky Winkerbean is a reality-based comic strip that depicts contemporary issues affecting young adults in a thought-provoking and sensitive manner. As long as those issues involve cancer, crappy pizza and obsolete comic books.
Characters who just disappear. Situations that get retconned. The now apparently annual dream sequence. Add in the author’s need to shoehorn in his passion about comic books and superheroes into storylines and the result is a train wreck that compels attention.