Twas the night before Christmas
With Holly’s mom and Mort
Not a creature was stirring,
And no wry retorts!
I suppose a wordless strip on Christmas Day is sort of like BatNard’s gift to his faithful readers. I hope they both really enjoy it. Yep, it all comes around full circle all right. Holiday greetings and much thanks to the SoSF staff and of course our loyal and hilarious army of snarkers, have a Merry Christmas and may your whiskey stones come with a receipt so you can exchange them for something better, like actual whiskey.
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I wonder what’s in that big box wrapped in Pete’s traveling green shirt? Pete’s head, perhaps?
Meh. Bleh. Blah.
You’re a mean one, Mr. Winkerbean
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a cactus, you’re as charming as an eel, Mr. Winkerbean
You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You’re a monster, Mr. Howard
Your heart’s an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders, you’ve got garlic in your soul, Mr. Howard
I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You’re a vile one, Mr. Dinkle
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Dinkle
Given a choice between the two of you I’d take the seasick crocodile!
You’re a foul one, Mr. Moore
You’re a nasty-wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Moore
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
“Stink, stank, stunk!”
You’re a rotter, Mr. Batiuk
You’re the king of sinful sots
Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Batiuk
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Ayres
With a nauseous super “naus”!
You’re a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Ayres
You’re a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
Brilliant! I’ll never hear “Grinch” again without remembering this.
Is Todd suggesting that Fungy and Hollleeee are siblings?
They’re hoping Santa left a carton of Marlboros under the tree so they can have a smoke after their hot senior citizen boink fest.
Merry Christmas to all the funksters!
That would be a banner year at the old Winkerbean family.
Joy. The gift of a false contrast. It’s a Snowflake Day Miracle…..
Merry Christmas everyone.
Look at Holly’s mother’s face in panel two. That’s the work of someone who has ceased giving a damn.
Wait, so Funky lives in his parent’s house? They always show him living in a McMansion.
No wonder Holly looks confused…she went to bed in her house and awoke somewhere else.
Meh, Rod Serling did it better.