"Stuff" Shell

Cayla’s Netbusters DVD of Whatever Works sits on the kitchen table, next to the now-warm bottle of champagne. There will be no Woody Allen film fest tonight over at “Summer’s house”. Instead, Mrs. Station Wagon and the Grounded One have some “stuff” to do. I will leave it to you, readers, to dissect the totally stilted exchange in panel 2.

Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly…


After a whirlwind week in the Big City, the old friends sit on their park bench like bookends…and bitch and moan about life. Please explain, if you can: who are the “greedy, amoral morons” who have ruined Funky’s life? It was barely two years ago that he was the cover boy for Pizza World magazine. Now his empire is down to just one store. And the reader is expected to believe that this is the fault of anyone besides the inept, ill-tempered, unlikeable jerk whose cost-cutting, penny-pinching management style ran the business into the ground?

Or maybe said “morons” are really those who hate on TB’s Pulitzer-worthy “writing”? It isn’t the first time that the author has used his strip to take us Philistines to task…

If I Can't Make It There, Can't Make It Anywhere…

The sign on the door says it all: Out of Business. Funky and Les bid arrivederci to the New York store. But in a final “F you” to the landlord and to all New Yorkers, before locking up, the boys have left every  faucet in the place wide open…note the water just beginning to seep out at the bottom of the window in panel 2. Take that, City of Broken Dreams!

The Declaration of Indifference

Well, look who came back to “help”. Where the @#$% have you been?

I’m on Funky’s side this time: I was gonna get on him for responding to Les’ “big news” with the usual dreary negativity. But he brought Les along on this trip for help and probably moral support, and off goes the Delicate Genius to take a meeting with his wacko “agent” while Funky is left, alone, to schlep more boxes. Les’ schmuckiness star continues to ascend.