There's something about Old Robert Redford breaking up this mugging and chasing off the Central Park Troll that brought this classic scene to mind... Hmmm... I'm not sure we should trust Old Robert Redford.
I see two possibilities here. Either Dr. Jeff just lost Mary to another suitor or this guy is a homeless happy hobo who Mary will severely meddle into getting him to enter Promise Haven.
Oh, Wow, Mary has been rescued by the Most Interesting Man In the World! He will take her to Tavern on the Green for a beer...wait, I think I'm wrong. This guy's from another commercial entirely:
He wears black socks with sandals. He collects old gum wrappers. His black and white TV is permanently tuned to C-span. He's...The Most Boring Man in the World.
"I don't often take laxatives, but when I do, it's Metamucil. Stay regular, my friends."
If not for this forum and the comic brilliance of many contributors like fauxprof, reading this Moy/Giella crapfest would be a real waste of time...
What an incompetent mugger. He can't knock an old bat wearing heels to the ground and then he gets scared off by some old geezer yelling 'leave her alone'?!? What a disgrace!
So, what is the lesson in this public-service message? A woman needs a dude to help her out when she's in distress. Thanks for nothin', Mary! I'm learning karate.
Others beat me to it, Fauxprof, but that was brilliant. Thanks for sharing it. By the way, all the action lately has me genuinely anxious to see how this plays out (something you could hardly claim about the long slog up to DOSC's award), and thus I am even more irritated than usual when the strip oozes forward at 2 panels a day. Remember when the daily strips were 4 and even a now unthinkable FIVE panels long? Sign of the times, I guess, like major league starters who are rarely good for 100 pitches, and football players who play only one side of the ball. You watch, before you know it, the soap strips will degenerate to a single panel per day. Grrr. OK. Sorry. End of rant.
"Curses!" mutters Mugger Man under his breath as he runs away.
Oh Mary...ahem...your blouse needs your attention! Something has come untied and you don't want to give Mr. Two-Tone hair the wrong impression. *blushing*
Either Ken Kensington is the star of an infomercial that Mary enjoys (the Stairlift 9000 will save your hips and knees, just mail $9,000 to Ken Kensington at Box 9000, Kensington, PA, S&H not included), or he is someone she remembers from the good old days in New York- perhaps he was her paperboy.
Am I the only one who saw the delighted exclamation "I'm Ken Kensington" and then has had the "My name is Yon Yonson/I come from Visconsin" song stuck in her head ever since?
And that DOES look like a banana peel on his head.
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I see two possibilities here. Either Dr. Jeff just lost Mary to another suitor or this guy is a homeless happy hobo who Mary will severely meddle into getting him to enter Promise Haven.
Oh, Wow, Mary has been rescued by the Most Interesting Man In the World! He will take her to Tavern on the Green for a beer...wait, I think I'm wrong. This guy's from another commercial entirely:
He wears black socks with sandals. He collects old gum wrappers. His black and white TV is permanently tuned to C-span. He's...The Most Boring Man in the World.
"I don't often take laxatives, but when I do, it's Metamucil. Stay regular, my friends."
fauxprof- I hereby resign from ever trying to be funny again. Thank you for destroying my dreams. In the meantime, hahahahhahahhahaha.
fauxprof is The Winner. I bow down and down and down.
Brava, my friend.
The Most Boring Man in the World paired with Mary. I can hear it now: "Let me tell you a story..."
Their introduction alone could go on for months!
If not for this forum and the comic brilliance of many contributors like fauxprof, reading this Moy/Giella crapfest would be a real waste of time...
What an incompetent mugger. He can't knock an old bat wearing heels to the ground and then he gets scared off by some old geezer yelling 'leave her alone'?!? What a disgrace!
Sure, Dr. Jeff has a boat and a favorite fish restaurant but he'll never be able to compete with that nattty striped overcoat and Santa Claus beard!
As the layers of gray fuzz in blondie's beard, so are the layers of stories unraveled when strangers save you from gravity.
So, what is the lesson in this public-service message? A woman needs a dude to help her out when she's in distress. Thanks for nothin', Mary! I'm learning karate.
It's Jack Worth! Somehow, he survived his swan dive off the Flatiron Building.
Why is our hero wearing a banana peel on his head?
Others beat me to it, Fauxprof, but that was brilliant. Thanks for sharing it.
By the way, all the action lately has me genuinely anxious to see how this plays out (something you could hardly claim about the long slog up to DOSC's award), and thus I am even more irritated than usual when the strip oozes forward at 2 panels a day. Remember when the daily strips were 4 and even a now unthinkable FIVE panels long? Sign of the times, I guess, like major league starters who are rarely good for 100 pitches, and football players who play only one side of the ball. You watch, before you know it, the soap strips will degenerate to a single panel per day. Grrr. OK. Sorry. End of rant.
Be careful, Mary. Ol' Two-Tone there looks like a Dick Tracy villain to me.
"Curses!" mutters Mugger Man under his breath as he runs away.
Oh Mary...ahem...your blouse needs your attention! Something has come untied and you don't want to give Mr. Two-Tone hair the wrong impression. *blushing*
Either Ken Kensington is the star of an infomercial that Mary enjoys (the Stairlift 9000 will save your hips and knees, just mail $9,000 to Ken Kensington at Box 9000, Kensington, PA, S&H not included), or he is someone she remembers from the good old days in New York- perhaps he was her paperboy.
Sunday, last panel. Face touch and finger point. The world is right again!
Am I the only one who saw the delighted exclamation "I'm Ken Kensington" and then has had the "My name is Yon Yonson/I come from Visconsin" song stuck in her head ever since?
And that DOES look like a banana peel on his head.
Perhaps this gentleman will turn out to be a love interest for Dear Old Shelly.
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