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.
Tag: pizza
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.
Got PTSD?
The intertwining-dialog-balloon gimmick was interesting on Monday; don’t beat it to death, TB.
To the astonishment of absolutely no one, Wally’s icebox is empty, except for leftover pizza and “Beer”. Rachel remembered the ice cream but forgot to include milk in her pic-a-nic basket, so now “we’ll” have to go to…gasp!…the supermarket! Wally looks scared (of course). Is it the prospect of a daylight sortie to the neighborhood Giant Eagle…or is it the sight of Rachel’s “hatchet butt”?
“Les” Misérable
Must be a shift change at the pizzeria. Les has handed over his Montoni’s apron to Summer, and traded his trademark yellow shirt for the spiffy green one that Funky wore to the movies on Sunday. But he still wears the resigned expression of a man who simply lays back and allows life to happen to him. Douche.
Shirt Happens
I ask you: what comic strip other than Funky Winkerbean would reference “anger issues” two days in a row?
Judging from the shape of the delivery guy’s head, Funky has ordered t-shirts from a screen-printing shop on planet Remulak. I actually chuckled a little over how in panel 2, Crazy Harry is ready to throw down at the sight of a courier from the hated UPS (as if Funky would have any say in which shipping method his vendor uses). I guess Harry’s still smarting from this week’s news of the Postal Service’s fiscal-third-quarter loss of $3.5 billion.
I kinda like the slogan “You Want a Piece of Me” for a pizza joint. So do the folks at Dodson’s Pizza in New Lexington, Ohio. Wonder how far that is from Westview?
Son of Stuck Funky 
