Thursday, June 5, 2014

Mary Worth 1827

You don't swim? That's okay, no one does. Wait a minute... there's a grown man in that pool? What's he doing there? He appears to be looking for a way out. The water level has sunk so low, but there are no rungs on the ladder to help! Quick toss him a Chicken Salad McNugget to use as a flotation device.

I'm rambling. There's just so much weirdness here. Including black-faced Evil Mary beckoning Olive to the deadly pool.

Today's Full Strip

14 comments:

Tony said...

Olive's response to Mary's news about the pool is bizarre.

Does she think there should not be a pool there, because she doesn't swim?

Also, a child would say, "I CAN'T swim," rather than "I Don't...." And she would not say it in boldface.

KitKat said...

Mary will push the Taylors to the very edge of the pool until they finally eat those Chicken Salad McNuggets.

"...and as you can see, we have a pool!" A pool in California - OMG! Evy is so impressed, the swooshy stripe on her tank top is moving upward. Ed merely looks perplexed. Maybe he can't swim either.

fauxprof said...

Well, no problem. Mary swims, and she will be happy to teach the child, whether she wants to learn or not. Soon we will see Olive bobbing around like her namesake in a martini.

birdie said...

I'm happy to see that Mary's artisan doughhair has risen nicely, and is slit and ready for baking.

Nance said...

Olive's dad has morphed into Mickey Abbot, the little person who was Kramer's friend on Seinfeld.

Toots McGee said...

In the case of a Pool Party emergency, Mary's tray of chicken salad appetizers can be used as a flotation device.

Toots McGee said...

I guess I just repeated Wanders' joke. Oh Mary, all those delicious appetizers have thrown me off my commenting game!

Ken's Orange Overcoat said...

In Panel 2, the (thankfully rare) Meddling Tiger prepares to strike...

I Am Not A Robot said...

Yes, this is a weird turn of events coming so abruptly in the middle of the exciting "Tommy gets a job" episode but then, we HAD to figure a story line where Mary predominates was bound to happen eventually. She can't coast on past meddle "successes" forever, after all.

TimP said...

Is it just me or did Ed's torso bloat up by about fifty percent after eating just one of those salad appetizers? Which, by the way, I am no longer convinced are deep fried. I think they acquire their orangish brown hue and globular shape via a three to four hour period of fermentation in the hot Santa Royale sun.

fauxprof said...

Omigosh! These people aren't from New York, they're from NE Ohio. That's Les, Lisa and Summer Moore, who've fled from an alternate universe/timeline in an attempt to escape the "Funky Winkerbean" death curse.

meg said...

Translated dialog from the last few strips:

Anna told me about you (she told me there was a nosy old biddie here that I should avoid).

We're from New York (we'll eat anything including chicken salad appetizers).

It's pleasant and peaceful here (unlike the hellhole of mugging trolls, runaway taxis, voiceless singers and raspberry pizza that is NYC).

But I don't swim (because my self-absorbed hipster parents can't be bothered to take me to lessons. What I DO is EAT! And I'm about to eat 1/3 my bodyweight in chicken salad appetizers. THEN I'll probably fall in the pool and have to be rescued. Because we already know I like to wander off).

Preview of tomorrow's exciting action:

Tommy Beedie has just had to rescue Olive from the pool. Her dad, who is a music producer looking for new talent, is very grateful. Tommy's abs, tatts and mullet give him an idea. When Tommy confides that he is an ex-con who 'sings a little', Mr. Olivedad can hardly contain himself. He wants to sign Tommy up for his label Mop Squad Records, which is a favorite in West Coast penitentiaries. Tommy then sings the theme from Breaking Bad in a thin falsetto. And the rest is pop music history.

Anonymous said...

I don't give a #@*^ about your pool because I DON'T SWIM! And I only see old people. I want to go back to NEW YORK!

Dawn Weston's Evil Twin said...

I am just enjoying the pool party. It's such a rare occasion! Pass me a margarita, please! (I need something to kill the salmonella from the chicken salad appetizers.)

Oh, hello! I think I see Nola Wolvenson pulling up in the parking lot! She'll liven up this "pleasant and peaceful" condo conglomeration.