Just how far did they go to get that Christmas tree? It was nighttime when Cory surprised his ‘rents at the tree lot. Now as they bring the tree inside it appears to be daytime. I’m also wondering if this is the first time in forty-one Funky years that Holly’s name has been used in a Christmas-y pun.
Tag: holidays
When What to My Wondering Eyes Should Appear
So Batiuk’s annual e-card showing Funky and Ed Crankshaft fighting over the last tree in the lot was just a mere bit o’ whimsy. While I’m a sucker for those heartwarming “Soldier on leave surprises family” videos, all I keep thinking about when I see today’s strip is camo-clad Cory, newly minted killing machine, stealthily stalking his parents between rows of Douglas firs, waiting, just waiting for the right moment to make his presence known…
Gimme Little Sign
…said Funky yesterday. I wonder too, since Montoni’s patrons will have three days before Christmas to enjoy the festive fruits of the gang’s labor. What’s interesting about today’s strip
(besides the fact that Jessica’s hair has doubled in volume) is how much loving care has gone into that “Closed” sign. That’s a professional job. Compare that with the childishly scrawled oaktag poster that heralded the arrival of breakfast pizza. Tells you all you need to know about where Mr. Chamber of Commerce’s priorities lie.
Feels Like Christmas, Smells Like Pepperoni
Baby Skyler‘s freakishly rapid development continues apace. He’s about twice the size of most four weeks-olds, and sits erect, holds his head up, and can point at things.
And I in My Cap
Did you think that Funky dropping one of Santa’s reindeer off the roof yesterday would be the setup for anything more than a one-off “dear/deer” punchline? Like maybe it landed on the cop who wrote Funky a ticket for his reindeer four years ago? Lower those expectations, people! Today, as snow continues to fall from a seemingly clear blue sky, we see that no reindeer (or cops) were harmed.
Son of Stuck Funky 
