So stressed is Harry over planning the Surprise Anniversary Party that he’s dramatically clutching his chest as he leaves Montoni’s. Kind of a shame that he and Harriet have no children who might take it upon themselves to arrange a celebration that they both could enjoy…what’s that you say? They have a daughter? You must mean Halle Dinkle! She’s the star of her own comic strip, created by TB for the National Association for Music Education website. A music educator like her celebrated Dad, no doubt Halle’s too busy enjoying having her summer off to plan her parents’ party.
Tag: Montoni's
Cake Boss
As stated earlier, I couldn’t get an advance peek at today’s “comic”, and as I write this, there are already thirteen excellent comments (including, of all things, a positive one!) that pretty much cover any point I could’ve made on this pointless installment. I’ll just remind the readers that last week, when Les met Funky at Montoni’s to go jogging, that I suggested that Funky had been kicked out of the house and was living at the pizzeria. Reading today’s strip in that context at least lends a little intrigue.
March Madness
Ah, yes: Montoni’s famous solid gold jukebox. Batiuk’s fond of saying that Montoni’s Pizzeria is a replication of Luigi’s Restaurant in Akron, OH, “right down to the nails in the floor.” But an image found on Flickr shows a rather more mundane ‘box in that real-world establishment. I guess Tom felt that a classic round-top Wurlitzer would add some charm. Sadly though, whoever colors these strips either has never seen a Wurlitzer, or is too lazy or incompetent to color it in any shade but sickly yellow.
Anni-worse-ary
Congratulations to Harry and Harriet Dinkle on their fiftieth wedding anniversary! Say, Harry: between your teacher’s pension, the proceeds from your multi-volume autobiography, and the royalties from your compositions, I bet you’re planning a really special surprise for the Mrs. Maybe a cruise, or a trip to Europe, or a…a party at Montoni’s. Yes, Harriet will be surprised, all right: surprised at what a cheap bastard she’s been married to for fifty years.
Runnin’ With The Drivel
I was going to say that Funky’s blistered, fat and diseased bare feet (ugh) probably wouldn’t do wonders for Montoni’s business, but then I realized there’s nothing much to worry about there. Les is especially punchable there in panel two, if he has a facial expression that ISN’T obnoxious I’d like to see it. Then again, maybe not. Thank God this ponderous little slog is finally, mercifully over because I’ve had all I can take of these two sweaty assholes and their nonsensical babbling. Like I always say, any Les is way, way too much.
Son of Stuck Funky 
