Well, look who came back to “help”. Where the @#$% have you been?
I’m on Funky’s side this time: I was gonna get on him for responding to Les’ “big news” with the usual dreary negativity. But he brought Les along on this trip for help and probably moral support, and off goes the Delicate Genius to take a meeting with his wacko “agent” while Funky is left, alone, to schlep more boxes. Les’ schmuckiness star continues to ascend.
Nothing caps off a depressing week of “un-funnies” like the ol’ sideways-formatted comic-book cover “tribute”. And this week’s honoree is even more obscure than usual. “Jungle Comics”? Must have been before my time. The comic books I spent my allowance on were 15¢, not 10¢…and I Google-image-searched“Jungle Comics covers” and I get the feeling that “Jungle” comics were kept behind the counter instead of on the rotating wire rack next to Superman…lookit all that leg! This stuff might’ve been pre-Comics Code.
Check out grimacing, shirtless (fortunately that’s cropped out) Funky, tangling ass with an exquisitely coiffed mandrill. Careful with that knife, Funk-zan, you might cut your other hand…if that is your other hand; in my paper it’s colored differently than your knife-wielding hand. Maybe the mandrill’s throwing a right?
Anyway, what’s the gag here? “…turning over a new leaf goes pretty much unnoticed when you live in a jungle.” As Livia Soprano would’ve said: “Ohh, poor you!” I’m thinking that TB was just so intent on shoehorning in a tribute to his fetish comics that he crafted yet another stilted, un-lifelike “punchline” to justify it. What “jungle” does Funky live in? Westview, Ohio? He’s the richest, albeit most miserable man in town. The hell with this jungle, ask your nephew cousin Wally about being stuck in a Godforsaken desert hellhole for five or ten years.
Inside the soon-to-be-closed-for-good Famous Ray’s Montoni’s Pizza, Funky laments having to waste what’s left of the inventory. Guess it’s not worth shipping back to Ohio. So the two friends recreate the Miracle of the Loaves and Fishes and feed the Manhattan multitude, and in a weird, labor-intensive way, Funky’s dream is at long last realized.
Down-on-his-heels pizza magnate Funky has arrived in New York City with his best friend/flunky Les to “shutter” the apparently already-shuttered Montoni’s East. Les, carrying a cardboard box (the universal symbol of GTFO) tries to cheer up his old friend…but Funky, referring to himself in the third person, informs Les that “it’s over, Johnny….over!”
Son of Stuck Funky 
