Son of Stuck Funky

“You know how hospitals can be…”

Oh God, here we go, a weeklong kick off to “hospitals are terrible” strips. Remember, in the Funkyverse it was hospitals that killed Lisa, NOT breast cancer. Her results got switched with someone else’s results so she didn’t get proper treatment soon enough and died. The only part of that I remember went something like: “They goofed and sent the wrong test results. You know how hospitals can be.”

Hey Funky, CHILL and be glad you’re alive! True, it appears from panel 2 that they had to amputate that thumb but it was already mangled. As far as the rest of your injuries, for some reason you’re sporting a neck brace today when you weren’t yesterday. I guess people with shattered vertebrates only need a neck brace a few hours a day while they heal.

Damn it, he’s going to be ok!

Death has yet another near miss in Westview as it appears that Funky is going to be “ok”. Or, as ok as ok can be, considering it appears the accident gave him brain damage and aged him another 15 years. (From the looks of panel 5, he’s 46 going on 80) It looks like three things are for certain: Funky is going to live, the PT Cruiser is toast, and, from the look of panel one, Tom Batiuk has no idea what is actually underneath a car’s hood.

Dial Up

There’s no place like home…there’s no place like home…there’s no place like home…

Our Journey Through the Past concludes. Battered and bruised, Funky awakens in the hospital to be greeted by the once young, beautiful, happy and carefree Holly. It was all a dream…an overlong, disjointed, at times depressing and incomprehensible dream.

Now, can we please check in with Cayla to see whether she’s grown a spine?

Note from TFH: Vacation time! For the next seven days, I leave you in the very capable guest-blogging hands of DavidO.

A Day in the Life of a Geezer

Inside Danforth’s Drugstore, newly-blonde Summer, and Cory, wearing Maddie’s stolen cap, peruse the latest copy of Inked…what? We’re still in the past? Oh, yeah, then that must be Funky’s young self with his ace pal “Crazy” Harry, checking out the comics rack like the red-blooded high school boys of their day (yeah, right). Seeing his cue, Funky the Old Geezer winks at the boys, wags a crooked finger, and suggests that his younger self invest in Starbuck Jones #1.

So: we’ve earned an ending of sorts. Took a while, but TB has actually tied up a loose end. I like Teen Funky’s face in panel 3; almost a throwback to when he was drawn with his eyes about a half-inch apart.

Take That, Thomas Wolfe*

Checking in with the “real” world, seems our “pal” present-day Funky is clinging to life. In Funky’s mind, he strolls through a seemingly deserted (again) Olde Westview. TB probably was too exhausted after drawing that huge crowd (including four Funkys) two Sundays ago, to draw any more background characters. Watch that traffic light before you cross, “pal”. Early ’80’s Westview probably didn’t have rapid responding EMT’s like they do today.

Imagine: the chance to revisit your hometown as it was during the finest days of your life. Only in the Funkiverse does an experience like that translate to “kind of a letdown”.

No prizes for guessing who he’s going to meet in that drugstore.

*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_Can’t_Go_Home_Again