Here we see the entire known Westview High School faculty, including their newest member, Art Teacher. They’re assembled outside Moore Manor to encourage their fellow Westviewvians to show support for school funding (another favorite cause of TB’s). If “Art” could read his own dialogue balloon, he’d realize that the kind of “canvass” they’re involved is the “two-s” kind. Ha! Ha! Jim, who considers himself a real teacher, can barely hide his disdain for this bald Bohemian, while Bull sees a threat to his role as mangler of words and their meanings.
Tag: Les
Punchlines? There should be an app for that.
The end of summer means hauling the outside patio furniture down into the basement (unless they do this every evening for some weird reason) and gives us a chance to see what cruel ravages dementia has wrought upon poor ol’ Tony, who, by even conservative guesses, must be pushing 80 by now. Thankfully, the time jump was much kinder to older characters like Dinkle and Tony than it was to Funky. A halfhearted attempt at humor is made, punctuated by a chime-in from the new employee at Montoni’s, who appears to be baked off of his ass.
Oh wait, that’s Summer,who lives with Les, goes to the same school Les teaches at, and works at the same greasy pizza dump he manages.
I know they say running away never solves anything but whoever said that obviously never spent any time in Westview.
Meanwhile, Tony, sliding comically into full blown dementia, complains that Darwin confused him with all of his technical gobbly-gook talk about application programming, probably in a desperate attempt to justify his salary, to which one thinks; hey, boy wonder, if you can’t explain what the hell you’re doing to the average layman then you’re probably not a very good MBA.
Speech-Les
It rained so much that the red slickers on loan from the band have turned white! As the last drops fall and St. Lisa parts the clouds, 
Les expresses his gratitude to the participants. His words go largely unheard, however, since the bullhorn he’s using lacks a mouthpiece.
Take It Easy, Hon
“I was just hoping to make a different kind of splash this year.” Despite the “best turnout ever”, Les is not satisfied. Even Cayla is telling him to chillax. What’s the matter, Les, has the rain kept all your blue-haired book-signing groupies away?
This Blows
Electrocution hazards be damned, the good people of Westview show their support for our hardy runners. I’m sure the three lady runners in panel 2 are generic “extras”, but damn if they don’t look like (from left) Station Wagon Susan, some kid from A Charlie Brown Christmas, and the sorely-missed Chien.
Son of Stuck Funky 