“Nice car, Funky…”
“…Did you get a good deal on the lease?”
“…How’s the gas mileage?”
“…Have you given it a name yet?“ Yes, friends, only in the Funkiverse would that third question be the one that gets asked of a new car owner (ok, lessee). Indeed, Funky has given some thought to this matter: turns out that to unwisely choose your car’s name will invite a “beat-down”. From whom? The Happiness Police?
Tag: Montoni's
Clown Car
We know it’s a new car because it’s giving off little “sparkle” lines. What isn’t new is the gag here: Funky’s so pleased with himself for having remembered to bring the necessary documentation with him to the dealer, but in the midst of crowing about it, he is reminded of his own fallibility.
Whatever else can be said about Tom Batiuk, I happen to think he’s got some pretty good musical tastes. Along with today’s Steve Earle reference, in the past he’s had Funky and Holly dancing to a Rodney Crowell tune, and he’s name-dropped Mink DeVille in an interview.
But he still can’t draw cars for shit. How’s Funky even gonna fit in that thing?
Little Old Lady Who?

Most
carelessly-rendered
neon sign ever.
Looks like Batiuk plans on letting the Kilimanjaro Saga unfold on an alternate-week basis…
Today we find ourselves in the familiar confines of Montoni’s. I always asssumed that the lettering in Montoni’s window was a neon sign, but the closeup in panel 2 reveals that the letters are not connected. Maybe they’re painted on, or maybe they’re those gummy window clings? Though that doesn’t explain how they light up.
“The Boss”, meanwhile, is finagling with the guy at the car dealership. Stress, strain, killer-shark issues, and two time jumps have beaten down our titular character to the point where he matter-of-factly renounces his very manhood, self-identifying as “a little old lady”.
Summer of Summer
Makes sense that a Dad who waits until May of his daughter’s senior year to look at schools should wait until the day after graduation to ask if she’s planning to attend basketball camp. Summer’s following Mom’s pithy advice: she’s about to tell Les of her plans to “follow her heart” and elope with Keisha.
Comin' up, one side of spatula smack!
Guest blogger DavidO here, filling in as best I can for the very funny TFHackett!
Les looks like he’s just about to set some ground rules with a spatual upside of Cayla’s head, if his tiny flippered arm will let him reach that far. Meanwhile, Keisha’s transformation into a classic Westview Turtle person is almost complete. And, of course, no gathering would be complete without at least mentioning Montoni’s greasy pizza.