“Nice car, Funky…”
“…Did you get a good deal on the lease?”
“…How’s the gas mileage?”
“…Have you given it a name yet?“ Yes, friends, only in the Funkiverse would that third question be the one that gets asked of a new car owner (ok, lessee). Indeed, Funky has given some thought to this matter: turns out that to unwisely choose your car’s name will invite a “beat-down”. From whom? The Happiness Police?
Tag: Funky
Clown Car
We know it’s a new car because it’s giving off little “sparkle” lines. What isn’t new is the gag here: Funky’s so pleased with himself for having remembered to bring the necessary documentation with him to the dealer, but in the midst of crowing about it, he is reminded of his own fallibility.
Whatever else can be said about Tom Batiuk, I happen to think he’s got some pretty good musical tastes. Along with today’s Steve Earle reference, in the past he’s had Funky and Holly dancing to a Rodney Crowell tune, and he’s name-dropped Mink DeVille in an interview.
But he still can’t draw cars for shit. How’s Funky even gonna fit in that thing?
Little Old Lady Who?
Most
carelessly-rendered
neon sign ever.
Looks like Batiuk plans on letting the Kilimanjaro Saga unfold on an alternate-week basis…
Today we find ourselves in the familiar confines of Montoni’s. I always asssumed that the lettering in Montoni’s window was a neon sign, but the closeup in panel 2 reveals that the letters are not connected. Maybe they’re painted on, or maybe they’re those gummy window clings? Though that doesn’t explain how they light up.
“The Boss”, meanwhile, is finagling with the guy at the car dealership. Stress, strain, killer-shark issues, and two time jumps have beaten down our titular character to the point where he matter-of-factly renounces his very manhood, self-identifying as “a little old lady”.
Summit Do, Summit Don't
“A pair of socks? You shouldn’t have. No, really: you shouldn’t have.” Funky gleefully presents his contribution to Les’ arduous endeavor. Good idea keeping the slip, though. I’m sure that if Les doesn’t make it to the summit, the store will be only too happy to give you a full refund for a pair of used, dirty, unpackaged socks.
Endure Thy Father
Here is Funky’s idea of showing his father a good time on Fathers’ Day: schlepping him to the food court at Mammoth Mall. What do you expect from the cheap bastard who celebrated his wedding anniversary at Montoni’s? Hell, Montoni’s would’ve been a nicer place for lunch than the crowded, noisy food court. Their “nice chat” consists of poor Pa’s persistent proffering of his too-big sandwich, and Funky’s polite refusals. Batiuk might have used today to have Funky at least attempt a conversation with his father, and given the reader some kind of insight into this relationship, rather than using the old man as a prop to make us feel sorry for Funky.
Son of Stuck Funky 