It’s the Revenge’s annual Christmas party!
Good morning, crew! And a bit of advice for office parties… don’t overdo the Egg Nog in front of the boss.
“This is nearly as painful as that year I was the back end of a horse in a vaudeville show. Nailing those shoes on for five shows a day was moider!”
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Glory be, not only a full update for the 9th makes deadline, but it even included a 1930 Sunday page which didn’t need a second day to make presentable.
Walt tries to get some gardening help from the boys, but falls into a classic trap. Rick flagrantly runs afoul of the law. On the other side of that, Chug-Chug ran down a motorcycle cop’s motorcycle, and he’s hauled up before a stern-looking judge. (Brenda is willing to act as the prosecutor if needed.) And we find out what Joel spotted in the area Rufus is digging up.
Guess I get to use the bed tonight – pumped!
And of course your Santa is about as tall as your Elf should be.
At the risk of figuring you well may be aware of this, I feel I should mention for any who might be interested … that other comics site has recently scrolled back to the debut of Popeye in Seger’s “Thimble Theatre” (circa 1929).
The sailor man’s debut story arc ended this past week, and for the moment the Oyl family are enjoying a cash largesse that would make young Skeezix blush (if the kid had any idea of what he’s inherited).
A search of “Thimble Theatre classic” should produce a suitable link if anyone cares to check it out.
I think I’ve given up on sleep. It’s this easy chair, an electric throw blanket and naps from here out.
(Or so it seems.)
It may have took until 5am before I stirred, and got around to finishing an update for the 8th. But after a solid nap, I was able to clear up a full update for today.
Seems a bit odd that Spud’s family would be dining on fancy fare like scallops, given what else we know. But it serves its purpose.
The new agency headquarters is officially opened, but just long enough for the purposes of the ceremony. I think Shady needs a visit to the Crystal Pistol.
While Rufus and Brenda continue to take varying forms of abuse.
This is not a great hour for clever wordplay. Good night/morning, all.
So he’s named for the sake of a “Casablanca” gag.
Well if everyone else can take it, *I can take it… play it again, Chip ;)
What is EB going to do with a hamburger and a coke?
All’s well that ends well.
Good morning, crew!
They’ll never top the Felix Unger vs Niles Crane disinfect-fest.
Could be Rufus picked the “sexy elf” costume out of the wrong elf locker room by mistake?
The better part of a week to ‘catch up’, then I zonk right back out last night and wake up around 3am with no update published. But a three-handed version for the 7th is now up.
Unfortunately I’ve kind of soured on the ‘current’ shenanigans with Rufus and (separately) Brenda… the former feels like it’s dragging on interminably, the latter is just typical (for the era) male attitude that our Starr doesn’t seem to be pushing back on all that vigorously.
OTOH the ongoing ‘Shady Lane getting scammed’ plot continues to strike my fancy, though I’d point out that Stan Lynde is edging the Time Tunnel back into play, as inviting ‘the governor’ to the agency opening… Montana didn’t achieve statehood until 1889.