Les – Page 226 – Son of Stuck Funky

Apple Slash Annie

Looks like the Book Launch is about to commence. Funky has brought out a table skirt to transform the pizza parlor into an upscale literary den. All the significant (living) females in the Life of Les are here: long-suffering Cayla, relentless stalker Susan, dutiful daughter Summer, and his “agent slash publicist” slash former bag lady, Ann Apple. Lisa is present too (when is she not?): this time in the (somber) cover art for the book. Except for the pink color, that book cover looks kind of familiar…

It’s amazing that Apple Annie had the money for a plane ticket: apparently she owns only one outfit (that damn pink jacket).

Stretch This

The pacing of this strip has gone from bad to unbearable. Start the race already! I guess wearing a STAFF shirt gives one license to not only dispense advice, but to emphasize said advice by wagging a finger. I have some advice for ya, Funky: what you need to stretch is your wife’s neck.

Fold, Damn You

For the third day in a row we are asked to marvel at the presence of Funky at a 5K run. “Holly saw this as a chance to build on the work I’ve been doing since my accident and end up in an even better spot.” Idiot: Holly’s plot to have you die in a car crash failed, so plan B is to get you to run until you drop dead.

Somebody tell Pink Visor Lady in panel 2 that the “Race for the Chinless” was last week.

Run? Like Hell

There was a time in the Funkiverse when a lame quip like Holly makes here would have drawn at least an appreciative chuckle from Les. But now that he’s a soon-to-be-published author (and he’s wearing a STAFF shirt and carrying a bullhorn and clipboard), the supercilious douchebag just shoots her a look. Also “running” away in panel 3 is Funky’s half-smile, replaced with a more appropriate “Ah shit, what does it matter” expression.

Nice “Paulie Walnuts” gray streaks on Les today…

The Race is On

Is this the Lisa’s Legacy Race or the Halloween Parade? How else to explain the person with Funky who is wearing that giant paper mache replica of Holly’s head? Check the body language of Mr. and Mrs. Winkerbean: instead of ambling along, arm in arm, Funky appears to be elbowing Holly aside, while she staggers under the weight that gargantuan cranium. I’m not kidding, that head’s like Sputnik! Spherical, but quite pointy in parts. Well, that was off sides, wasn’t it? She’ll be crying herself to sleep tonight…on her huge pillow. (Can anyone name that movie?)