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Does he really not know? Because Phil doesn’t appear to be kidding here. So the question must be asked again: what is he, some kind of moron? It might not have been his intent, but every character in this week’s arc came across like a total dolt.
“Bowles”…nice proofreading there, Pulitzer (nominee) Boy. “From the bowles of the Earf, it’s the Subterrain Ian!”. What the hell is The Subterranean doing there? Collecting scrap metal? I mean, sure, that’s terrific and all, but hardly planet-saving. He’s like Bubbles from “The Wire”, but with a tiny head and muscles. And way less personable, too.
Well, it was a long, strange stint for me, but now it’s over. According to my calculations, I should be back just in time for (gulp) the holidays. You know, the annual year-ending ones. Up next, a tanned, rested and mellow TFHackett! Stay Funky, gang!
Now I know meatloaf is typically not gluten free, especially the way I make it, and the way I make it is different every time (my pièce de résistance is my heart shaped, bacon wrapped Valentine’s Day meatloaf). Pizza may be the most ubiquitous foodstuff in the Funkiverse, but I was just thinking back to a little over a year ago, to the last time we saw a wife preparing a meatloaf.
Back at the Dinkle home (which has been repainted at some point in the last three weeks) we find Harry and Harriet joined by daughter Halle, and some fella whom we’ve not met. From the way his right arm seems to disappear behind Halle, he’s either her amputee fiancé or a heretofore off-panel conjoined twin. The last place Halle Dinkle was spotted was at her parents’ 50th anniversary pizza party, but the character was created by Batiuk for the National Association for Music Education (she’s a music educator like her dad). This most niche of comics heroine has her own shrine here at SoSF.
On behalf of all of us who bring you Son of Stuck Funky, here’s to a peaceful and joyous Thanksgiving to you and yours!
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Hello, folks; BChasm back in the Box. Shout-out to Comic Book Harriet, who as always did a stellar job of entertaining and educating us…things l’Auteur Glorieux feels are now beneath him. Well done, especially with such poor material to work with.
Speaking of being back, guess who has returned? That’s right, it’s nobody’s favorite smirker, Buck Somethingorother. You remember, the guy who couldn’t resist smirking wryly to both Linda and Bull while reminding them about the latter’s impending death. And speaking of impending death, Buck is getting his! “I’m afraid that the news isn’t that good, Buck” says Doctor Flattop, “You’re a character in Funky Winkerbean.” Now, I may be stupid, and this strip may be making me more so, but I thought Buck played football. Isn’t “layup” a basketball term? Shouldn’t he say, “You always gotta throw the penalty flag, don’t you?” I guess once you’re a sporto, you’re required by cosmic law to make only sports-related metaphors, even if they aren’t your sports.
I’d really like to know what’s going on with Doctor Flattop’s head. In panel two, it looks like there’s a second head emerging from the back of his skull. Is it Voldemort? Because that could be an interesting development.
Oh, I’ve just killed it. I used the forbidden word, “interesting.”