Who Could Ask For Moore?

Well. The tree managed to hang onto its beautiful golden canopy of leaves until the big day. And Mrs. Les Moore hangs on to her groom, the better to flash that band o’ gold (remember Les still has his from last time). The guests (where is Cayla’s family?) are all choked up, but Jim goes even further by inexplicably declaring this union to be the best thing that ever happened to him.

Knot in My Backyard

Well, it’s official.

BeckoningChasm
October 18, 2012 at 12:11 am
Look closely at [Les’] face. He looks more rueful than happy.

I guess what we’re seeing today is what passes for Les’ “happy” face. I just had to see how that grin would look, unhidden by that damn goatee. I think it’s actually an improvement. He looks like an Archie character.

“Sisters” Summer and Cayla seal the deal with a painfully awkward fist-bump. The guests are invited to pick up their folding chairs and proceed to the backyard for the post-nuptial pig roast; I’m sure they’re glad they dressed up for this.

Altar, Ego

TheDiva
October 17, 2012 at 12:52 am
Why is Batiuk being so coy about hiding Cayla’s face?

Rusty
October 17, 2012 at 12:52 am
What’s the surprise with Cayla’s face?

S.P. Charles
October 17, 2012 at 1:09 am
The reason we’re not seeing the bride’s face is… Les is actually marrying Lisa

George in Indiana
October 17, 2012 at 7:33 am
Maybe it an attempt to…

What this probably means is…The reason we can’t see her face is …Ah, heck. Who knows?

I’m standing at the altar
As they play the wedding march
I’m in a black tuxedo with my collar full of starch
She looks as lovely as she’s ever gonna get…
Living Color, “Love Rears Its Ugly Head”

All you beady-eyed nitpickers have gathered by now that Batiuk has indeed been trying to build some anticipation for the Bride of Les’ big moment. Since we’ve had no dialogue since Monday, it’s anybody’s guess who’s accompanying Cayla down the aisle. I’ll assume that it’s her dad, “Smokey” Williams, from Crankshaft’s town of Centerville. But I thought he was deceased, given that he was present at Cayla’s family picnic only in the form of an old framed photograph.

 

Video Shoot

Documentarianne Jessica has been enlisted to capture Les and Cayla’s special day with her pro-grade, state-of-the-1990s-art VHS-8 camcorder, eschewing a tripod in order to get that trendy “found footage” effect. The music, wherever the hell it’s coming from, suddenly swells again, distracting Jessica in the instant that her lens captures Cayla’s head exploding…the shocked guests turn in the direction that the gunshot came from, to see Susan Smith sitting in the “golden canopy” of Les’ old tree, dressed in a wedding gown, triumphantly holding aloft a sniper rifle.

Brideonkadonk

“On the arm of her Daddy she’s a-walkin’ down the aisle” as the music plays. Really loud music, judging from the way the notes completely fill the background in panel 2…Becky probably brought the high school band. More leaves fall. I guess in a front-lawn, folding-chair wedding, conventional etiquette is dispensed with, as Tony and DSH John are seated on the bride’s side of the aisle. Etiquette also dictates that I refrain from commenting on Cayla’s sizeable booty.