Wayne the Kidnapper is so annoyed at how slow the police are moving, he attempts to speed things up by running outside to meet them. Thank you, Wayne.Today's Full Strip
Wayne the Kidnapper is so annoyed at how slow the police are moving, he attempts to speed things up by running outside to meet them. Thank you, Wayne.
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Yesterday I posted that instead of "OH, NO!", Wayne would most likely say, "*&^%$#@!". I guess I should have waited for today's strip.
So, what, no hostage-taking? No escape through the kitchen and out the diner's back door? Is Emily really "save now" in Mary's awkward, rib-crushing hug?
(I really did preview and proofread my first post, but still missed "save now". Should have been "SAFE NOW".)
So... that was it? We're done?
I think the police officer is actually saying... "Hey Wayne, is it true that Diner is giving away free ice cream?"
"...can't.....breathe.....being....crushed....by.....scary.....lad......argh!!!
As Wayne rushes out of the Diner to high five the police officer, both excited that they're getting away from Mary, little Emily yells at Mary: "Let go of me! You're not my Mother!"
Mary: "You're safe now! And, you can live with me and be the daughter I never had!"
Girl (Emily?): "*&^%$#@!"
Thorp@8.29a - yeah, I was looking forward to a hostage situation or at least a shoot-out. Moy has managed to take a story months to play out and then ending it in the dullest way possible.
Yep, it's the Worthiverse...
Now Mary can start her own modelling agency with little Emily as her star client.
Now we will be treated to three weeks of Mary congratulating herself with a smugness heretofore never reached on the comics page.
Mary: I'm glad you are okay Emily. Did that man hurt you?
Girl: My name isn't Emily. That's my stupid uncle who was supposed to take me to the mall, but then he said he was hungry. I think he's running from the cops because he has some unpaid parking tickets or something. He's such a jerk. Old lady, can you take me to the mall so I can see my friends?
Uh, what?
I am the slack-jawed yokel you've all heard about. I feel as if the bottle of snake oil that I've just purchased really isn't all it's supposed to be.
Now: Gloat on, Mary. And start dressing Emily like a small version of yourself!
Police: Witness Statements Vary
ES, a minor, alleged kidnap victim:
He was tall with orange hair and a chiseled profile. He wore a tight white tee shirt, and he was ruggedly built. He wore Levis 501, and he wore an LL Bean jacket. Never got her ice cream.
(Identified mug shot of Archie Andrews on steroids)
MW, a senior, witness and meddler:
Well, he was about as tall as my late husband Jack. And he wears the same kind of denim trousers Jack used to wear when he was mulching the hydrangeas. But his shirt was one of those white ones with no collar like Ian wears under his leisure suit.
His jacket- well, it might have been reddish brown. Or it could have been tan. I remember thinking it was such a nice day he really didn't need it. But it would have looked nice on Wilbur. As I said to Bree, no, maybe it was Alison, no, it was Bree, I'm almost sure.
(Officer terminated interview at this time).
BM, diner manager, armed with reservations book:
I'm not really sure, but he had orange or brown hair, and he was either clean-shaven or stubbly, and he was wearing either sansabelt slacks or mom jeans, and he had a six pack or else he was pot-bellied, and he was patient and courteous or maybe he was hostile and rude.
RC, diner cook, armed with cleaver and rolling pin, cigarette ashes dangling:
You lookin' at me? YOU LOOKIN' at me? You want some "ice cream"?
MT, Hartford Courant reader:
Suspect has white hair, is wearing a white jacket, white shirt, and white pants. Has very white face with little black dots on it.
I hope Mary remembers her sweater.
uh...I'm pretty new to all this so...when are the Worthy Awards final results being published? Did I miss them?
I just can't wait to find out that the girl is not Emily.
What's wrong with Mary's head in the second panel? Suddenly she's enormous and is trying to absorb that child like osmosis. Run, Emily, run!
That poor girl!! She goes through the horror of being kidnapped by Wayne, doesn't get her "free ice cream", doesn't get a modeling contract (b/c Mary didn't REALLY think she's beautiful, although Mary does "know people".) Now she's about to get squeezed to death by this crazy old lady!
The police are only rushing in because they heard that the Diner was giving away free rainbow swirl! Watch them rush by Wayne as they make for the door!
Emily got younger by a few years again since we saw her last. To me it was obvious that Mary isn't giving her a hug; rather, she's burping her. Tomorrow Mary will put lil' Emily in a baby stroller and triumphantly return her to Goleta, whence she came. Awwww! Who's a cute baby?!!
Where's the joint "I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!" dialogue bubble?
What weapon was the Diner manager constructing in the kitchen? I guess we'll never know, though I was hoping from some kind of MacGyver contraption.
Wayne is doing what most of us want to do but don't have the nerve: running away from the strip!
(If we did, Mary Worth would be beating down our door, with kelk casserole in hand, butting into our social lives.)
KitKat: Poor Emily will wind up like that dog that Mary found by the side of the road. Ten bucks Mary will boot Emily out after she chews on her favorite mauve-colored scarf.
Loving the comments today! @ Meg -- love it! Priceless! LOL
Mary hugs like she's doing back CPR. That is so weird. Poor Emily.
Meg, you cracked me up!
Frankly, I'm disappointed in Wayne. He had a great stand-off/hostage situation to work with and he didn't even give it a try. He's a real disgrace to criminals everywhere.
You can't really blame Wayne. He mistook the police car for an ice cream truck, and he's really tired of waiting for that ice cream.
I loved so many of today's comments. Have to give a shout-out to Thorpnotized, though, for predicting Monday's line almost down to the last #@!
The only thing I can really add is to remark on how cringeable our parting shot of Thuggy McButtock is. (He seems to have just the one, while most people, even iin the Worthiverse, have two.) Those mom jeans sure are not flattering. And his shaking a ham fist at the coppers? The perfect final touch. Sayonara, Thuggy!
That was me, Punky, bidding farewell to Thuggy. See you, as they say, in the funny papers.
Oh no! Today (Tuesday) Emily seems to have stolen Mary's purse. It's on her shoulder in the first panel and gone in the second.
We might be in for another long lecture on being careful.
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