I’ve already used “Clue-Les” as a post title, but it would work almost as well as a title for this entire blog. The Widower Moore operates in his own world, totally oblivious to how his actions are perceived by others. He’s not done stringing Salt and Pepa along: again he delivers the windup: “Well, actually…there was one other thing…” and again the ladies brace themselves for a showdown. Les then produces (from where?) two prospective book cover ideas for their perusal.
Les the Wimp gets owned again, this time by Funky, who has usurped Les’ triumph on behalf of all Westviewvians.
What is with the staging of today’s scene? Funky asks a question from behind the counter, Les replies, and Funky races around the counter to exult? Susan is so startled that in panel 2, she retracts her head like a turtle.
Sure, she’s mentally unstable, but there is a method to Station Wagon Susan’s madness: allow her rival to reply first, and then give the exact opposite response, knowing that Cayla will sheepishly concur.
Must be a shift change at the pizzeria. Les has handed over his Montoni’s apron to Summer, and traded his trademark yellow shirt for the spiffy green one that Funky wore to the movies on Sunday. But he still wears the resigned expression of a man who simply lays back and allows life to happen to him. Douche.
Funky’s ulterior motive is exposed: it’s not about doing something nice for his buddy Les. It’s just an excuse to order some cases of cheap bubbly. He’s been craving a drink since he walked away from that “vodka and orange” in that gin mill by the rest home.
Son of Stuck Funky 
