Epic run-on sentence in panel one. Apparently it’s impossible to describe Puppies Behind Bars without using a run-on sentence. How anyone would conflate PBB with Doctors Without Borders, though, is beyond me.
Tag: Montoni's
Wallyrado
The “service dog thingy” is working wonders already: Wally, who for the last year and a half was afraid to leave his apartment, travels all the way to Colorado to meet his new “Buddy”.
Here is a little bit of background about Puppies Behind Bars.
Please Wait to Be Seated
Les has taken a break from mourning his long-dead spouse long enough to report to “work” at Montoni’s deserted pizzeria. The Sunday panels are notoriously dimly lit, so it’s hard to tell if today’s scene is unfolding in daytime, nighttime, or even the wee wee hours (remember, this joint stays open until 4 am on the weekends). Neither Les, the maître d’, nor the proprietor, Funky, can be bothered to get off their asses and greet these two strangers. What hospitality. No wonder the place is empty.
Special guest appearance in panel 1: the disembodied head of Henry Fonda.
Float-oni
Gah! While we’re waiting to find out who’s calling Les on the White Courtesy Phone, TB “treats” us to another of Tony Montoni’s wacky holiday postcards. On the plus side, at least this time Tony is not posing in old lady drag. The downside? He’s showing us his legs. Are those the reflections of Florida palms on the water, or is it the lingering residue from last spring’s oil rig disaster?
Sorry Don't Pay the Rent
Alternate text for panel three: “Really? What, are you gonna re-grow your arm?”
They both are gonna be sorry when busboy Wally comes charging outta the kitchen swinging a breadknife.
Son of Stuck Funky 
