Here at the Funky Winkerbean Game Preserve, most of our animals are old and/or dead, so I want you to know how privileged you are–today, you’re seeing an actual humorous punchline, an animal we thought had died out long ago. What you’re seeing today is a story you’ll be able to tell your grandchildren! If you have grandchildren, that is, and they’ve been bad.
So yeah, props to Tom Batiuk for an actual funny joke. Since most of the “self-depreciating” humor around here tends to be of the “no one understands my genius” type, stuff like this–stuff that actually acknowledges that Montoni’s specializes in the inedible–is a welcome relief. I didn’t find myself laughing, certainly not smirking to beat the band the way Cayla is, but this is still an encouraging development. But who wants to bet it’ll be the last “funny punchline” for several weeks? I think it’s kind of a strain on Tom Batiuk’s abilities to do more than one each Moon cycle.
And can we please see a location other than Montoni’s? A fellow member of the Legion of Snarker Heroes pointed out that we’ve been at this damned place for over a month. How about something less gloomy and depressing, like a cancer ward?
Also, I think Funky is telling a teensie, weensie little fib there–from his appearance, I imagine he eats nothing but slabs of greasy lard, unless there’s something made of sugary paste he can use as a substitute.
And really, whoever chose the decor–specifically that tablecloth–I hope Funky at least gave him a ride back to the asylum.
Son of Stuck Funky 