And another strip unavailable for preview. Of course, that’s typical for Sundays so no surprises there. I dare say, if I may be so bold, that it has been quite some time since we last saw Funky and Les running. Or we might just get more Dinkle.
Anyway, for my first time back in the chair in a while, let’s recall the wonders we witnessed recently during my stint: Wally got a pizza party and Dinkle looked for food. When your strip is just jammed full of action and adventure like that, you should certainly expect the awards to roll on in! You’d also expect people to buy your books, not only for themselves but as gifts for others! I mean, who wouldn’t want a boxed set of Dinkle’s entire Claude Barlow witlessisms? Sure, maybe the Norms would balk, but they’re not on award committees so they can be ignored. And ignored with gusto!
Well! That’s it for me, at least for the present. It’s time to hand off this cold, damp slice of pizza off to the Stunningly Suave SpacemanSpiff85! He’ll focus his fearsome frap-ray blaster on the festering fools who fill Funky‘s foul fiefdom–for a fortnight!
Thank you all for your indulgence! And now, exit–stage right!