So what’s Robbie’s story? Does he have any issues, or is Batiuk just incapable of drawing appealing children? For now, Robbie exists as a prop. He hasn’t been given any lines…can he speak? How old is he? Who’s his daddy? Was he conceived in the back of a van? Are his tiny arms a clue to some type of irregularity? Let’s have some backstory here! Robbie’s issues aside, I must admit that it’s a nice change to see Pvt. Winkerbean finally “at ease”.
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Auld Les Syne
bobanero
December 29, 2010 at 3:42 pm
We’re obviously being set up for some stroke-of-midnight showdown or non-showdown here.
Wouldn’t we love to see that long-awaited showdown? A fierce, champagne-soaked catfight between the two (living and breathing) rivals for Les’ affection? Ain’t. Gonna. Happen.
Epicus Doomus
December 27, 2010 at 8:25 pm
At the stroke of midnight Les will no doubt be talking to Lisa again, while the other (remaining) guests will be rolling their eyes. “Uh, what’s Les doing over there?” “Oh, just talking to his dead wife again, he does that all the time.”
Yup, no doubt.
S. P. Charles
December 28, 2010 at 12:13 am
You can pretty much see where this is going: at the stroke of midnight, as Kayla and Susan look on, Les kisses Zombie Lisa.
You peeked, Charles! Nah, we all saw this coming, didn’t we? But c’mon, let’s give poor Les a break. After all, it’s only been how long since…
Epicus Doomus
December 29, 2010 at 7:15 pm
…Lester’s weird obsessiveness would be creepy even if it was only three or four years since Lisa died, but 13? That is pretty messed-up…
Ten years for the jump plus three real-time years since equals 13 years of moping. And while grieving is perfectly normal, particularly for one who died such a lingering death at a young age…comes a time when you accept the way things are. Even in the comics.
Happy New Year, folks!
In the Midnight Hour
Almost midnight? Time for some huggin’ an’ a kissin’! Bull has loosened up with a few drinks, and Ann and Fred Fairgood exchange fond glances. Cayla and Susan each look for their man, but…where’s the host with the most? No doubt, he’s with a ghost.
TB cuts Cayla a little slack today by drawing her to look like Valerie from Josie and the Pussycats.
Praying Hand
Well if this ain’t right outta Norman Rockwell. The Blackburn-Howards gather around the table to enjoy a band turkey of their very own. So worn out from delivering tainted poultry is Becky that she is about to fall asleep at the table. By the way, isn’t it customary for the man of the house to lead the family in grace, “Dad”?
Wishing everyone a safe, happy, blessed Thanksgiving! —TFH
Turkey Jive
It’s turkey season in Westview, where a holiday on which we gather with loved ones to give thanks for our blessings is merely another occasion for dread.
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