Drivin' with Your Eyes Closed

An emotionally drained Funky heads home after a trying day. Even with everything on his mind, though, his eyes are on the road and his hands are on the wheel at “ten and two”. But who’s coming the other way in that white Ford Fiesta? We’ve seen her before…and she still has not stopped laughing and telling her girlfriends about what she saw in front of Montoni’s last month: “Seriously, Ashleigh, I’m not kidding! Cory was walking around in front of the place wearing a pizza costume! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!

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From yesterthread: Something about panel 2 in Tuesday’s strip inspired me to pay homage to Norwegian painter Edvard Munch. Enjoy.

Phoning It In

“Don’t want to talk while I’m driving! Talking while standing here in the street seems safe enough though!” Having faced down fleeting temptation, Funky phones home before hopping back in the mini-hearse and heading back to Westview.

The Silent Treatment

At last we behold Pa Winkerbean in the flesh. Introducing Funky’s dad into the strip presents a dilemma for the artist: having already aged Funky well past his ostensible late-forties, he needs to distinguish son from father. So Funky gets a cartoon facelift, while Pa gets the white hair, a few wrinkles, and the Crankshaft nose.

Since we know next to nothing about the elder Winkerbean: is his silence due to a loss of faculties? Or is this “still strong and mentally sharp*” old man showing his resentment at being sent off to the home?

* in a lot of ways