And I in My Cap

Did you think that Funky dropping one of Santa’s reindeer off the roof yesterday would be the setup for anything more than a one-off “dear/deer” punchline? Like maybe it landed on the cop who wrote Funky a ticket for his reindeer four years ago? Lower those expectations, people! Today, as snow continues to fall from a seemingly clear blue sky, we see that no reindeer (or cops) were harmed.

SPLANNG!

Rusty
December 17, 2013 at 11:56 am
Where do they fit all those reindeer in the restaurant? The empty booths?

Well, that would be safer…but tradition demands that every Yuletide, Funky and one of his flunkies must retrieve Santa’s reindeer from the basement and install them on the roof. Tradition also holds that Batiuk drag out and recycle old gags that weren’t that funny the first time around. From 2009:

All That You Hold Deer

April 14, 2011

Darin must have known even when he and Jess returned to Westview over 2 1/2 years ago that his business degree was worthless. Turns out “MBA” in Darin’s case stands for Montoni’s Basement Assistant. With Cory away in Afghanistan and Les still writing that goddam screenplay, the task falls to Darin to schlep the decorations upstairs.

Deck the Malls

It “seems like” that, Rachel, because you were putting up the Halloween decorations only seven weeks ago (and only three days before Halloween). Now your boss has waited until mid-December to drag out the Christmas decor. I’m no fan myself of Christmas creep, but decking the halls a week and a half before Santa arrives seems kind of lazy.

Got to Have a Jones for This, Jones for That

I hope Cory survives Afghanistan long enough to enjoy his complete Starbuck Jones collection: at this rate it will take Holly until June to round up all seven issues. Today’s comic cover comes courtesy of Batiuk’s fellow midwesterner, Bob Layton. Naturally, TB applies his own magic touch, weirdly inserting the robot from Joe Staton’s SJ #7 cover at the top. As for the bottom: Holly shows off her newly acquired comics-grading vocabulary, fat Funky’s thoughts immediately turn to food, and the rest of us shudder to think what else John might have in his collection with pages that are “aged and creamy”.