Thursday, November 19, 2015

Mary Worth 2191

Let the hallucinogenic antics begin.

Today's full strip

21 comments:

DimensionalOtter said...

Mary: Believe and follow your delusions! If a magical 9 ft purple otter tells you to drink your Mom's Whiskey, do it!

carlnepa said...

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?

KitKat said...

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.

Grammar Dude said...

Ahem! That's I believe in MYSELF, young lady! Get it right!

NotARobot said...

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.

fauxprof said...

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.

meg said...

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.

Carlye said...

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.

KitKat said...

@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.

Petunia said...

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?

KitKat said...

FRIDAY
Is 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...

Toots McGee said...

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?

Chester the Dog said...

Ugh Serendipity, the lines, the crowds, the kids, the noisy traffic right off the 59th street bridge.

meg said...

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?

Anonymous said...

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.

Petunia said...

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?

Dawn Weston's Evil Twin said...

Is that Clark Kent coming out of the phone booth in front of the restaurant?

To quote little Olive, "Yay!"

KitKat said...

Saturday
Looks 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?

LouiseF said...

"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..

Petunia said...

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.

KitKat said...

Sunday
Mary and her little friend appear to be eating collapsed, squishy ghost pumpkins. Well, it IS Autumn in New York.