So it’s neither a suitcase nor a massage table: it’s a portfolio of her “art”. Open the blinds, Mole Man, and feast your squinties on some etchings.
Rachel’s “cute” stock is sent plummeting by her Wynonna Judd-lookin’ profile in panel 1.
“I like it dark…” Maybe that’s what Les should tell Susan! (rimshot!)
Little Red Riding Hood has arrived with her basket o’ goodies and…a suitcase…at Big Bad Wally Wolf’s doorstep. Looks like once again, she’s not taking no for an answer. Sure is dark in that apartment.
Would Wally know what a “staycation” was? It’s a fairly recent term, and in the fourteen months since he was sprung from an Iraqi hellhole, he hasn’t exactly immersed himself back into civilian life.
Today’s post title is courtesy of Ralph Kramden.
Khan is back! Sort of. I mean, he’s there to deliver what I think is supposed to be some sort of wry observational wit but other than that he’s not doing much more than handing Rachel a pizza for a non-existent customer. I’m hoping this isn’t a set-up for a week full of Khan and Rachel getting closer and all lovey-dovey, ’cause we can only take so many love triangles in Westview.
Turns out Wally’s fine with crowds, just as long as he can observe them from a quarter-mile away and has plenty of fried pickles! Good job, Rache!
I’d feel a lot better about this “ending”, though, if TB hadn’t gone and posted on his blog these strips, dated next November, where Rachel is still trying to get Wally to deal with re-entering civilian life.
“Come on! We can’t stay here! We might almost kill another kid!”
The reader cannot see what danger, if any, causes Sgt. Wally to order his men to retreat. But he sure is in a hurry to get outta there.
Rachel, who either is genuinely trying to help Wally over his anxiety or is deliberately trying to make him freak out again, has a “really neat” suggestion. I hope she’s taking him somewhere private; Wally looks like he’s about to blow chunks.
Son of Stuck Funky 
