Son of Stuck Funky

The Race is On

Is this the Lisa’s Legacy Race or the Halloween Parade? How else to explain the person with Funky who is wearing that giant paper mache replica of Holly’s head? Check the body language of Mr. and Mrs. Winkerbean: instead of ambling along, arm in arm, Funky appears to be elbowing Holly aside, while she staggers under the weight that gargantuan cranium. I’m not kidding, that head’s like Sputnik! Spherical, but quite pointy in parts. Well, that was off sides, wasn’t it? She’ll be crying herself to sleep tonight…on her huge pillow. (Can anyone name that movie?)

G-O-A-T-S!

This game is historic for another reason: judging from the lighting/coloring of today’s strip, this is the first high school football game played on the ocean floor. This is the most action-packed strip in awhile! Let’s break it down:

Panel one features not one but two disembodied heads!
That’s some gang-tackle in panel two: the Big Walnut Tech kid’s head is at a very uncomfortable-looking angle. I’ll give props where due, though: it’s pretty well-drawn, even if a piling on like that is probably illegal in high school football. Number 32 still looks shaken up in the next panel as time runs out.
Wow. Bull looks…he looks happy. Don’t know why he’s sticking his thumb in his chest…it wasn’t his ass out there on the field. But hey, good for Bull. Good for the Consensus-Building Scapegoats. Something positive happened in this comic strip today. Mark the date well, snarkers. Mark it well.

Give the Lady a Hand. Please.

Wally was “having trouble adjusting”…so they sent him back to The Shit?
Becky makes one of the all-time most irritating clichés even more irritating by shortening it to “End of the day”. And “live with what he carries”? Th’ fuck?
Rachel: run. Run, Rachel! Take Robbie and run away! Far away! Now, Rachel! Now!

Disarming

Rachel must end the conversation abruptly when her x-ray vision reveals to her an out-of-control car about to smash through the wall of the coffee shop.

Wally, War. War, Wally

la gata loca

October 6, 2010 at 12:18 am

Flat Tire sure has a way with people. Just six short panels ago, our little Rachel was perky, confident, smiling, hair nicely done. Now look at the sad, mopey eyed, frazzled- haired hag she’s become.

…and her decline continues for three panels more, while Becky, with Wally officially off her hands, uhh, hand, grows ever more chipper.