Freddy Got Fingered

C’mon, doc. If he’s wise to that “scream when the toilet seat falls” bit, do you really think Fred Fairgood is gonna fall for the old “pull my finger” routine?

At least TB gets all the hospital details right: that’s either a nurse wearing a ḥijāb, or else Igor has wandered in from the lab of Dr. “Froderick” Frankenstein.

Are We There Yet?

Smirks ‘R Us
October 25, 2012 at 8:43 am
And the Smirk-Mobile rolls on…..yawwwnnnn.

and on, and on. The Tour de Fairgood as now widened in scope to take in not just Ann and Fred’s first apartment, the place where Ann once worked, and now, their second apartment, which “didn’t have the charm of the first place,” which was in a slum. In the unseen fourth panel, Jessica takes umbrage at Ann’s “cardboard boxes for dressers” remark, as it aptly describes how she and Darin have been living for the past ten years.

Snarkers, hatin’ on Funky Winkerbean 24/7 sure can wear a body out. Your ol’ pal TFH is going to take a break this week and turn over the proceedings to my caporegime, David O. I’ll see y’all down in the comments section. Thanks for snarking.

Lighthouse Mystery

The Fairgoods’ motor tour takes them past the former home for troubled youth where Ann once worked. What’s troubling me is trying to figure out the point of this aimless arc. Darin was raised by Fred and Ann; wouldn’t he know that this was somewhere that Ann once worked? Is TB calling out a Real Place in Ohio? Wonder how the good folks at Lighthouse Youth Services in Cincinnati are going to feel about this?

In order to “lighten” things up a bit, I’ve reworked the last panel so the Fishstick Annie delivers her line using the same jokey delivery she used in yesterday’s strip.

"Hystery" Lesson

This trip just gets weirder. Today we seem to be in yet another part of town, which looks kinda less seedy than the neighborhood we were in yesterday. So is this their old place, or did they live in that house with the garbage piling up outside? Anyway, what’s the point of all this? Aside from giving Ann the chance to deliver the lame “pun”-chline.