“My…Commodore 64? What? No, no, charcoal sticks…on deer hide…you see? Like primitive man, cavemen…Commodore, Commodore 64, that’s…that’s a computer, right? I’m talking about primitive techniques…before ink and paper, even; before printers and computers…your joke, it, it makes no sense; it wasn’t funny at all…why are you grinning that hideous grin?”
You know something? For the folks who only read the funnies on Sunday, Funky Winkerbean is still a “comic” strip. Sunday-only readers have been spared the oil spill cleanup, Funky’s physical therapy and nursing-home visit, Wally’s battle with PTSD, the rescue-dog thingy, the grueling band turkey sale, and most of the never-ending book tour. The Sunday Funkiverse offers tales of Scapegoat football and girls’ hoops, Funky picking out a car, Mr. Kablichnik and his wacky class…and now today, with Les lying amongst plane wreckage for all we know, it’s time for Band Hi-Jinks.
(I’m back! Many thanks to DavidO for filling in this past week! –TFH)
Funky finally puts two and two together and realizes that he must be “back…in the past! ” (emphasis Batiuk’s) And it’s not making sense. Neither does the fact that he’s toting a jacket in July. On the plus side: props to TB for preserving Sunday-to-Monday continuity (to the point of redundancy). Minus side: he’s stretching this out wayyy too long. Also: in these pre-Bluetooth headset days, the locals would surmise to be crazy anyone who wandered through the middle of the town square talking to himself.
Funky is back in time! Is this supposed to be a twist!? Everyone saw this coming. It would be like if in “The Sixth Sense”, Bruce Willis’s character had been wearing a sheet and dragging a chain throughout the whole movie. Yes, Funky, you’re in the past; all four of you! And although it looks like a Nuremberg pep rally with all of the whiteys around, I can assure you that one of the following things happened.
1. Your car accident knocked you back in time somehow by opening some kinda space/time portal.
2. You’re in the afterlife.
3. It’ll never be explained and everything will go back to normal ala a Simpsons style reset.
Considering you’re still in Westview and sweating profusely, I’d be hoping for a way back to 2010-ish, where you’re the owner of a failed pizza business and a kid that can’t stand you, because this plotline is starting to resemble the movie 1408 more than It’s a Wonderful Life.
Son of Stuck Funky 