Good golly, Miss Molly!

Boy, talk about naked nepotism. Molly Weingarten makes an appearance in the strip.


It's like the Lohan family.

Nine across.

Argus, the Titan with one hundred eyes, would be the perfect Web patron.

Preferment.

One likes where one poops, and prefers where one lives.

There are all sorts of advancement in life.

Smackdown!

It's a seller's market.

Survivor, Old Folks Home.

Designer water.

We'll call it White Porcelain, in a bowl-shaped bottle.

Psyched.

Doctor has a dirty mind.

Debased.

The new SATs are to the old SATs as sandwich coins are to silver quarter dollars.

Not worth the paper they are printed on.

Possessed.

Bluetooth. Bluetooth. Bluetooth.



She's a witch! What else floats?

Everyone switched to oil, gas or electric.

We are wondering where hobos go to get coal dust nowadays.

Must hang out at the power plants for warmth, like manatees.

She doesn't look Welsh.

It's all so stereotypical.

Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief;

Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef;

I went to Taffy's house, Taffy wasn't in;

I jumped upon his Sunday hat and poked it with a pin.

Oral contract.

She should have gotten that in writing.

A missed opportunity for another spit take.

There's nothing funny about D. Butkus.

But change one little vowel.

Our strict poilicy.

He came over from Advertising.

The Illustrated Peter Principle.

If he ever mastered the corporate directory, Duane would be an Executive VP.

Fee fy mo.

It's the Banana Song.

It's spelled Miz on the mean streets.

It's Tex Avery Day!

Today we pay tribute to Tex "Fred Bean" Avery.

Note the the pig tail on the first word balloon.



And, also, the interactive medium in which Dabney works.

Whose sorry now?

He could be Laird Henderson.

The MacDonald. The MacTavish. The Mac'n'Cheese.

Jumping Jehosaphat!

23 Skidoo, Courtney. You better hightail it outta there.

Kilroy was here.

Please, sir, may I have s'mores?

Oats.
"A grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people." -- Dr. Samuel Johnson.

A most grueling breakfast.

All the flavor of oatmeal, but none of the lumps.

Was there some broken glass?

Or a Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even? If so, Cynthia would rather be in Philadelphia.

Agape or agape?

There is a difference between open-heart and open-mouth.

You can tell that it's dead by the "X" on the eye.

I blame Dolby.

Everything sounds better on 8-Track. I miss the high-frequency hiss.

Best of breed.

So, what is this, a Mutts crossover?

Cynthia must have gotten into the Samples again.

Down-to-Earth.

At last, a realistic resolution.


I think he might have to settle for his own.

Thank you, Mrs. Boehner.

Tan-in-a-can runs in the family.

Resolved: Simplify!

Cynthia obviously knows too many people!

She needs to work on her suggestibility.

Resolved: No spit takes.

Second panel. Most resolutions don't last that long.

You got to have friends...

And the chin-strap has to go. And the string tie. And the ponytail. But apart from that...

You can tell that she likes him.

The Kid Cad Club?

Except that Cad and Club are spelled with Ks? The Young Males with Horns Association, YMHA?

Dirksenville, U.S.A.

That's before taxes. After taxes, it's $5 billion. With rebates, you're talking real money.



By the way, beautifully rendered fire and fire light, David. Very Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio.

Going old stool.

It means that someone's movements are regular as clockwork.