Aunt Fritzi: Oh, dear. I don't want Nancy to start pestering me.
Truck reads: ICE CREAM
Noises: DING DING BOOM BAM BAM BOOM BOOM
When I was a kid, one of the highlights of summer was the Good Humor man.
Nancy’s sitting around reading a newspaper like Ward Cleaver.
Try bagpipes instead, Fritzi – they work better.
Heading them off at the pass, huh, Fritzi?
We just called it the “music truck” until our kids were almost school age ;)
Fritzi keeps going…and going…and going…
A rare sighting of a fully vertical Fritzi.
Those trucks always comes at an inopportune time for some….
Aunt Fritzi has what legendary drummers Moon, Peart and Bonham never had: farting shoes, as advertised in panel 2!
The neighbors appreciate the collision of noises.
Always nice to have a big drum around. Wonder where she got it?
If only windows had something in them that cut down sound from outside. It would have to be transparent.
Nice how Bushmiller holds off revealing the ice cream truck until panel 3, to make it a double payoff.
I occasionally think I hear an ice cream truck even when there has not been one in our industrial park since the start of the pandemic. Any loud jingly music from a distant car will set off my ice cream alert reaction.
Subterfuge and camouflage. Of course today no bells, just a blasting loud song.