Tag: Montoni's

* yawn… ι(´Д｀)ﾉ

 

Oh…sorry… it’s just that today’s strip is more of the same “Wabbit season!  Duck season!” crap between Tony and Funky and it’s, well… not very interesting.

Poor Wally, though. We can just turn the page or (more likely) click away. But he’s stuck there in Westview, the comics version of Purgatory, standing helplessly by in his gaunt and so weary way as the two Morons in Chief discuss using toys to deliver pizzas.

You know what would be cool? If Funky had secretly fallen off the wagon and suddenly started getting the DTs while looking at that stupid drone:

Tony in the sky, with Pizza

In typical Batom® fashion, today’s strip is nothing but more of yesterday’s scribble – does anyone really need to be told that a “pizza drone” is intended to deliver pizza? Gotta hand it to T-Bats: no one can cram two panels of plot development into four panels so well.

And the more I look at that ridiculous little Guido-headed quad copter, the stupider this idea is. I see the props and landing gear, and a really small box in the middle which probably holds the batteries and control circuitry. Where does the pizza go? Inside that little red box? Maybe Tony’s going to send pizza out one slice at a time.

ERMAHGERD IT’S MERSON JURR!

In today’s installment of the Starbuck Jones saga, the gang gathers at Montoni’s to celebrate the start of filming in Cleveland. Mason Jarr, the movie star, continues to prove he’s a swell guy and not some stuck-up Hollywood douche by assuring Holly that everyone’s going to “get in as extras.”  Mason, please, for the love of all that is holy, have Holly do her her Flaming Baton act. Think of the money the studio can save on CGI by actually burning down the city!

Of course, no arc would be complete without a loose end or two, so don’t ever expect to find out who’s holding that phone or to see Funkmeister and Holly having to deal with crazed stalkerish fans showing up to grab a pair of Mason’s underwear off the clothesline.

Space Case

Oh, Tony, how we missed you. You were gone for so long we’d forgotten about you completely, only to have you pop up when it’s least expected and with all that’s going on in Westview lately, a rather inopportune time. You’re like a herpes. It’s gone, no, wait, never mind. It’s back.

Still, time jumps have been kind to the man, as today’s strip shows. He doesn’t even need glasses to read whatever week’s worth of gags he’s written down to unload on us like yesterday’s stale breadsticks.