Holly – Page 103 – Son of Stuck Funky

Funkman?! Men have been killed for less than that.

Does someone with a name like “Funky” even warrant a nickname? And if so, wouldn’t it be something banal like Richard or Gene to balance out the stupidity that is his real name? And from the look of the Funkman’s face, he’s turning into another Crankshaft.

You gotta admit though, he’s workin’ that neckbrace!

It’s still bewildering to even the most astute of readers as to how much time is passing in these strips. Something that should take only minutes gets stretched into a week’s worth of fodder and yet from the sounds of what Holly’s saying, ol’ sourpuss has been home for some time now.

Damn it, he’s going to be ok!

Death has yet another near miss in Westview as it appears that Funky is going to be “ok”. Or, as ok as ok can be, considering it appears the accident gave him brain damage and aged him another 15 years. (From the looks of panel 5, he’s 46 going on 80) It looks like three things are for certain: Funky is going to live, the PT Cruiser is toast, and, from the look of panel one, Tom Batiuk has no idea what is actually underneath a car’s hood.

Dial Up

There’s no place like home…there’s no place like home…there’s no place like home…

Our Journey Through the Past concludes. Battered and bruised, Funky awakens in the hospital to be greeted by the once young, beautiful, happy and carefree Holly. It was all a dream…an overlong, disjointed, at times depressing and incomprehensible dream.

Now, can we please check in with Cayla to see whether she’s grown a spine?

Note from TFH: Vacation time! For the next seven days, I leave you in the very capable guest-blogging hands of DavidO.

The Holly Budd Story

Well, look who’s up and about. Continuity has gone right out the window, folks. Not only are we back in the late 20th century, but we went from twilight in Sunday’s strip to full daylight yesterday. Now we see the band members are still milling about the gazebo, so presumably we’re still in the same day. And Old Funky continues his out-loud spoken observations as he leans against the tree, ogling Britney Spears young Holly Budd. He’s right, kids: by the time you reach adulthood, concepts like “happy” and “carefree” will be totally alien to your lives.

The Wanderer

Oh, man. TB’s gonna play this for laughs? I understand that Batuik’s had first-hand experience with cancer, but has he had to deal with aging parents who need care? We’re not talking about a pet who keeps sneaking under the fence. Sigh. Speaking of cancer, Wally’s looking mighty gaunt.