Methinks Les smelleth a rat? So then…when did he put two and two together and surmise that Apple Annie got her mitts on his lost “masterpiece” back in her Central Park days? Just now, sitting across the desk from her? Or was this whole trip to the city, ostensibly on Montoni’s business, carefully set up so Les could have his big scene?
billytheskink is Clarivoyant
billytheskink, April 12, 2010 at 9:15 am:
Les came all the way to New York to find out that his potential publisher is in his back yard?
Yes…yes I guess he did. Well done, BTS. Snark away, everybody…I got nothin’.
Les is Not Im-pressed
Meanwhile, back in Metropolis, former-bag-lady-turned-semi-attractive (by FW standards) literary agent Ann Apple informs Les that “we may have found a publisher for your book (this deal’s not done yet?): the KSU press.” And what is Les’ reply on hearing that he’s on the verge of finally accomplishing something?
- “That’s great news, Annie; you really came through for me.”
- “Kent State University Press? I had to fly to New York City to have my book published in O-friggin’-hio? Ya fired!”
- “Sounds like a winery.”
Yeah, you guessed it, Les went for the “funny” response. “Funny” as in here’s a guy who dreams of being published but doesn’t associate the word “press” with printing, only with red, red wine. Maybe Annie, the former bum, will appreciate the “pun”.
Welcome to (My) Jungle
Nothing caps off a depressing week of “un-funnies” like the ol’ sideways-formatted comic-book cover “tribute”. And this week’s honoree is even more obscure than usual. “Jungle Comics”? Must have been before my time. The comic books I spent my allowance on were 15¢, not 10¢…and I Google-image-searched“Jungle Comics covers” and I get the feeling that “Jungle” comics were kept behind the counter instead of on the rotating wire rack next to Superman…lookit all that leg! This stuff might’ve been pre-Comics Code.
Check out grimacing, shirtless (fortunately that’s cropped out) Funky, tangling ass with an exquisitely coiffed mandrill. Careful with that knife, Funk-zan, you might cut your other hand…if that is your other hand; in my paper it’s colored differently than your knife-wielding hand. Maybe the mandrill’s throwing a right?
Anyway, what’s the gag here? “…turning over a new leaf goes pretty much unnoticed when you live in a jungle.” As Livia Soprano would’ve said: “Ohh, poor you!” I’m thinking that TB was just so intent on shoehorning in a tribute to his fetish comics that he crafted yet another stilted, un-lifelike “punchline” to justify it. What “jungle” does Funky live in? Westview, Ohio? He’s the richest, albeit most miserable man in town. The hell with this jungle, ask your nephew cousin Wally about being stuck in a Godforsaken desert hellhole for five or ten years.
Giving Away the Store
Inside the soon-to-be-closed-for-good Famous Ray’s Montoni’s Pizza, Funky laments having to waste what’s left of the inventory. Guess it’s not worth shipping back to Ohio. So the two friends recreate the Miracle of the Loaves and Fishes and feed the Manhattan multitude, and in a weird, labor-intensive way, Funky’s dream is at long last realized.
Son of Stuck Funky 
