Forget snooty Mallory Brooks; here’s Cody’s real significant other. 
Unlike cocky Cody, Owen treats this exercise with due reverence. Yesterday he looked on pensively while waiting his turn at pretend fatherhood. Reaching into the bag, he glances bashfully at “wife” Sara, who, though apparently less than thrilled to be paired with Owen, at least isn’t grossed out by him. Owen seems genuinely saddened by faux Fate’s cruel blow, but best bud and father of “twins” Cody is right there, informing the rest of the class of Owen’s underwear preference.
Tag: pencil wrists
Pete-rified
Vespertine is a term used in the life sciences to indicate something of, relating to, or occurring in the evening. Wanted to clear that up first.
TB appears to be giving his komix-fanboy proclivities free rein with this week’s arc (he’s also recycling this Sunday panel from August ’08). This format kinda suits him (if in fact it is TB drawing these strips), because he can get away with giving his characters pepper-shaped noses, pencil wrists, and, yes, the hatchet face, and nobody will blink an eye.
How evil is the Lord of the Late? Just check out his thumb and index finger in panel 1: he’s crushing Pete’s head!
Frequent Fryer
And you thought the Book Tour was over? I wonder how Principal Nate is feeling now about giving Les unlimited personal days?
I thought Les was getting “fried” too, when he got that courtesy call from his dead wife. But as far as we know, he never shared that incident with his daughter. Instead, Les apparently regaled her with stories about how he behaved like a complete asshole, annoying lowly, hard-working security personnel, newsstand vendors and flight attendants, everywhere he went.
I wonder if he tried the Spinal Tap foil-wrapped-cucumber-down-the-pants trick?
Dunkin' Driver
Meanwhile, the B-Ball Besties share some one-on-one time, but She Who Dunks has to cut their shootaround short: she has a date with Les-tiny!
O.B. Dan
…[D]on’t miss tomorrow’s guest appearance of Mopey Pete, starring as “the basketball-playing daughter.”
Wow. Least-feminine rendering of Summer to date.
Mo-Les-ted
He’s handling the adulation just a little better now, folks: this time he remembered to say “thank you”… before saying something dickish and conceited. So smitten with Les is this fangirl that she’s oblivious to the tubby, leering guy standing inches behind her playing pocket pool…
Son of Stuck Funky 
