Let the hallucinogenic antics begin.
Today's full strip
Mary: Believe and follow your delusions! If a magical 9 ft purple otter tells you to drink your Mom's Whiskey, do it!
But, what's the hot spot alluded to in Tuesday's strip? Is it in their swanky apartment in the moneyed section? Is it the cheese shop downstairs?
Based on the appearance of Olive's right hand in panel 2, I believe Olive is transforming into a werewolf.It's probably too much to hope for that the snack Mary promised will be at Patisserie Jean Dill.
Ahem! That's I believe in MYSELF, young lady! Get it right!
Great mentoring there ya old bat... encourage a delusional child to think her hallucinations are okay. No; not just okay but evidence of superiority! Undermine what little parenting she gets from her self-involved loser parents too to complete the picture. I hope Mary chokes on her snack.
You've got to give Mary points for stamina. After dealing with airports, TSA, hours of air travel, taxis in Midtown, not to mention an impromptu crossover meddle, all I'd want would be to take my shoes off and lie down for an hour or so. And, at 67, I'm half Mary's age.
fauxprof- and it is virtually impossible to get from California to New York, take a rambling cab ride, and still have hours of daylight this time of year. Unless the sun shines out of Mary's -er- left nostril, for example.
Meg -- you are right about that. I often have to travel from the West to East coast, and even if I leave at 6 in the morning, with the 3 hour time difference, I end up getting there after 5, by which time it's dark and I'm exhausted, and I'm even a bit younger than fauxprof.
@fauxprof, @meg, and @Carlye, Mary et al. live in the Worthiverse. The usual laws of physics have no bearing there, and the space-time continuum is fluid. Actually, it's downright spongy.
I see Turby Turbington is still waiting outside in his cab. Do you suppose Mary had to pay an excess baggage fee for all of those ants?
FRIDAYIs the Serendipity Restaurant General Store the establishment of one John Dill, perhaps?Ugh, Mary beckoning to Olive in panel 2 is creepily ominous. Evy and Ed may never see their daughter again. Of course, they may not notice...
Serendipity Restaurant General Store? Is that the moneyed neighborhood version of Cracker Barrel? Are they going to sit down and get table service or is Mary going to treat Olive to some Necco Wafers and a birch beer that they can enjoy as they skip down a Manhattan sidewalk?I wonder what Heloise Walker is up to?
Ugh Serendipity, the lines, the crowds, the kids, the noisy traffic right off the 59th street bridge.
Ugh, Uncle Joe drew the rather droll facade of Serendipity to look just like any storefront in Santa Royale. As I recall, Serendipity was closed for health department violations at one time - flies and rodents encased in the frozen hot chocolate, perhaps?
Okay. Fair's fair. I google mapped Serendipity 3, and Josie pretty much got it spot on. It's the COLORIST that needs a memo of the difference between Tan and Hunter Green.
So will there be a huge wait for a table, as seems to be the general experience at that restaurant? Will Mary balk at the minimum service charge?
Is that Clark Kent coming out of the phone booth in front of the restaurant?To quote little Olive, "Yay!"
SaturdayLooks like @Toots McGee called it correctly yesterday - Serendipity seems to be the moneyed version of Cracker Barrel, complete with the same menacing teddy bear Olive had in her Santa Royale bedroom. The rest of the knickknaks look like they came from Mary's digs, and the waitress in the 1959 uniform was imported from the Twilight Zone. Creamed chicken and peas, anyone?
"Serendipity"?? Can't believe there isn't someone at the border between New York City and anywhere else who can frisk words like "serendipity" away from anyone foolish enough to utter them, let alone name a restaurant "serendipity"....Really odd word choice. So I puzzle and puzzle over it, and ho-hum, by next week it is never referred to again..
Serendipity is a real restaurant in NYC, famous for its frozen hot chocolate and $8.50 minimum charge, apparently.It's going to be fun watching the knick-knacks on the shelves move for the next six months while they eat. The bear is already on the go.
SundayMary and her little friend appear to be eating collapsed, squishy ghost pumpkins. Well, it IS Autumn in New York.
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