I’d worry less about “what’s going on” and focus more on getting to a hospital; your thumb is on backwards! This is the first real look at the damage the PT Cruiser’s accident caused, though, as Epicus Doomus
pointed out, from the looks of panel two a few days ago, it appears that Funky’s internal organs all got shifted into his ass-region from the impact.
Could this storyline take any longer!? Theories about a possible time slip seem to be accurate, and it now looks like Funky has stepped back in time– how far is anyone’s guess, but from the lack of steam-trains, horse-drawn wagons and dinosaurs, it can’t be too long ago. Knowing Funky, he’s going to screw something up; or is this all building towards to Grand Finale, where he’s able to fix everything? At the speed the story is being told, Funky won’t even be reaching into his pocket for his spare set of keys until sometime in mid-August.
Funky seems to have bumped his head a bit harder than it first appeared last Sunday. By now, it’s clear something is going on.
1. Maybe he’s got a mild concussion and is having a pleasant little dream before waking up to his crashed PT Cruiser.
2. Maybe his brains are splattered all over the PT’s shrapnelized plastic dashboard and now even the most seasoned paramedics are puking their guts out on the side of the road as they try and collect what body parts they can.
In either case, he’s wandering around some sort of alternate version of Westview, perilously close to blundering into another time jump. Think Funky’s gut and balding head look bad now? What do you think another ten years would do to him? Do we really want to see Pete and Summer’s love child!?
GH DavidO here, trying to fill in TFHackett’s DSH-sized shoes today with an update!
After having announced every single thing that he’s been doing out-loud for the last few minutes (Jock itch is comin’ back! I’ll need to get some more cream) Funky darn near walks right into the unseen cameraman, pausing with a look of Crankshaftian indignation. The camera mercifully backs away from nose hair that could use a good weed-whacking and we’re treated to a slightly stunned Funky regarding… something. An orangutan in drag? Zombie Lisa riding a penny horse? Two dogs doing it?
(Guest blogger update: TFH here; our guest blogger will be taking over soon!)
With his jacket jauntily flung over his shoulder, Funky waddles casually back to town, talking to himself the whole time. It is surprising to note that in fact, the sign as you enter Westview does not say “All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”
Funky notices that the trees are strangely less full than when he headed out of town just this morning…but he does not notice the dark-haired stranger that he passes on the way into…the Twilight Zone…
Son of Stuck Funky 