G. M. O. T. !
Well . . . there is that.
Wizer ought to get to Alley as soon as possible.
It really does look like this ’toon is coming to an end…
Alternate Alley Oop Chapter 23 “Alley Oop Space Rebel” (154) 1/19/2018 Friday
Still inside his dream construct, lucid and as realistic as reality though he knows it isn’t. Until Tran recovers in the Reich Orgone Booth,the best that Violet cna
do is to monitor and keep Alley Oop calm and unconcious when the stun wears off. Alley is on his own in dreamland.
Alley is dressed like he was when Elbert Wonmug found him in 1939. Just minding his own business when he was scooped up by the Doc’s time machine. Only in dreamland things are weird. Gold brick road, odd-ball trees, each unique and worst of all poor Dinny is a bug hybrid…this does seem familiar to him. Of course! That man-bug attack.Their stings held DNA recombinant factors(?) that spliced the bug DNA infecting his friends, enemies and dear sweet Dinny. “How’d I know about dee-en-ay?” He spoke to himself.
“You know it because the information was put into your brain,” said a suspiciously familiar voice. Looking in front Alley sees himself, though with less hair, that hair line keloid scar tissue from fighting Baron Von Clace and his people, most especially the bad girl Urpipi. But he is dressed in a uniform, “star fleet” said his mind identifying it. A mostly black body suit with the upper right side has color and rank, his is blue with one rippled gold stripe & broken one of a Lieutenant-Commander on his cuffs of an officer. “Remember me, David V. Hamlin, your alter ego for your stint as a spy for the rebellion?” He asked Oop.
Insectile Dinny hisses. Alley Oop says to the döppleganger, “No, and I don’t wanna!”
1/19/2018 “Even Death May Die” (2011)
While they travel their IFF would occasionally come ot life and beep out communication’s code and they went on their way, sometimes with and escort of friendly nations. But mostly alone in the skies of fluffy clouds and near unobstructed views around them. Mostly its just smooth sky sailing. Africa is a hot bed of revolution, but there are quiet places like serene Beninia, weird Lygeria, mysterious Wakanda and Fascist S. Afrikaa. Though the Sorgel Atlantropa Project was to “spread peace” it did, sort of, in Europe. Not in Africa so much.
The tall, red devilish looking alien, Beezlebub comes over to Dr. Lectaire to speak with him. “Excuse me ARC-Medical_Leader…”
He waves a gloved hand to stop her, “Please, Dr. Lectaire will be fine Alpha-Team-Leader.” He smiled again even to his electric blue eyes.
Beezie’s smile was radiant in return, “Why the hush-hush doctor?” she asked.
The Second Voyage: The Flight of the Roc
Sinbad and his crew (plus Ooolalaz and Oop-Allez) are on an island looking for water and food along with signs of Rocs. They meet others on the island, merchants mostly and do some business with them and ask about sightings of the monstrous birds in the vicinity. Just some maybes were all they had gotten. Sinbad wanted to search the island himself, Ooolalaz and Oop-Allez joined him. On the 2nd day a white dome was sighted…
Henri, Dr. Lectaire and Beezlebub created by Wilbur Floppenheimer
With a guest list straight out of ”Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure?” ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Morning, Oop Fans!
Here’s today’s link.
Of course Ooola-la isn’t making Oop feel better. He’s facing the wrong way. Probably explains why they never had any kids, too.
Well, about time Mr Oop. Now will you remember when you get over the cold?
And when Alley is finally cured, he’ll only deny everything he’d said to Ooola.
Clearly he’s not only ill, he’s drunk!
Quick! Get that man a cure!
OMG Oopsters, is Oop finally coming to his senses with this case of the common cold? Will he remember what he said after he is cured? Is the strip going to end or enlarge? What’s next?
C’mon, Carole. Way past time to throw in the towel. Call it quits. This isn’t Alley Oop, it’s Mary Worth but written at an even lower level.
Vince Hamlin’s “Gory Gulch Gold” – Episode 38 (1/15/1947)
Panel 1: Boom, with hands on hips, “Good morning, Pop… you all set to dig up the Wells-Fargo box?”
Pop, corncob pipe in his mouth and hands in his pocket, “Yep—where’s Oop?”
Ooola,” Still resting his dogs, I guess… he sure said harsh things about his cowboy boots!”
Doc, turning to a closed door, “Hey, Oop!
Oop’s voice from behind the closed door, “Awright, keep yer shirt on, I’m comin’”
Panel 2: Boom, What? Cowboy boots after all that swearing?”
Oop, in Western garb and boots, “AWww Well, shucks, there’s sumpin about th’ goldang things!”
Panel 3: Ooola, sitting behind the wheel of a roadster with Pop at her side, “I think the place is just up-river form O’Malley!”
Talk about changing history, we my have a wedding yet
She probably wishes she had one of the future recording machines!!
“Alley…if you think I’d marry a whiny little crybaby, you’ve got another think coming!”
Oop has been outside Moo so many times to go to another time. Why would he suddenly become so vulnerable?
Yeah, why hasn’t he?