Susan chases Les around the teacher’s desk, determined to find out what transpired in Annie’s Big Apple. Les finally spills: the “book agent” “thinks she may have found a publisher for Lisa’s Story.” Not “She found a publisher” or “I got a book deal” or “That old skank finally gave me back my missing manuscript.” No matter: it’s enough to elicit an orgasmic squeal from Station Wagon Susan.
Monday morning, and we embark down yet another never-to-be-resolved meandering plot path…Susan Smith Westbrook, Les’ erstwhile stalker student, now faculty colleague, corners the Delicate Genius in an unused classroom. At the suggestion that Les was any help at all to his boss, even crazed Susan sees right through his bullshit and smotes him. “You know what I’m talking about…” Oooh…feeling frisky, are we?
Holly, please smack him before he gets to “balls”.
Nevermind. Les hasn’t got any.
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…
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!
Son of Stuck Funky 