Gadzooks, KM is so political today: the opening quotation is by Narendra Modi, and Sunny may be an undocumented refugee from Mexico.
Mary, you need an editor. "Shipment" is the subject of your sentence, not "parrots," so you should have said "an illegal shipment of Amazon parrots was involved...." Think it over while munching on a steamed sweet potato. Ha ha ha!
OK, so maybe We Heart Pets wouldn't say anything, but isn't a possibly smuggled parrot something Dr. Ed would have noted? And anyway, as I mentioned before, southern CA has a lot of wild parrots. Why would someone smuggle in more? Most birds can't even be sold in CA anymore, and those that can be have to have all kinds of documentation.
Ya know, I may be too far down the Moyzone for my own good.
Look, Mary, all this speculation is pointless. Just call Olive, have her talk to the parrot, and then she'll give you the whole story. Come on, we shouldn't have to tell you this. -- Scottie
If Seedy was smuggled, he must have been smuggled from an English-speaking parrot-hoarding careless-handling poor-driving animal-mistreating law-defying organization.
I’ve realized that the animals in this comic strip are more interesting than the humans. We have cats who do yoga, psychic dogs, goldfish with the ability to show emotion through facial expressions, and now a parrot who astonishes Mary by speaking actual words. Here’s my suggestion. Why not eliminate the humans (starting with Wilbur, of course) and make it all about the animal characters. Maybe keep Mary around to introduce each day’s adventures.
Unless Mary's been living under a rock (guess we can forgive her ignorance, seeing how she's pushing 100) I'm not sure what's so "remarkable" about a talking parrot. Looks like she needs a trip to the Santa Royale Zoo. And how tidy that the TV wishes us "Happy Thanksgiving". At least we don't have to see Mary weighed down with a platter of turkey as usual. Maybe it's finally too much for her to put on the annual feast. I think she and Toby are watching the Macy's parade on TV with coffee generously laced with Irish Cream.. Next up, a floating balloon that inspires Sunny to crow "Dumbo!". Too cute for words...
Well!! KM has thrown us a Thanksgiving curve ball - no traditional dinner at Mary's with her friends jammed around the table grasping diminutive wine glasses. The only holiday touch is some random guy on TV (anybody venture a guess who he might be? The emcee of the Santa Royale Thanksgiving Day Parade?) with a holiday greeting. How long have Mary, Toby, and Seedy Sunny been watching TV? Will Ian return by Christmas? Does anyone believe that Toby watches PBS? (If she does, I bet she never contributes to her local station.)
Happy Thanksgiving to my Worthiverse companions! I'm grateful to all of you for sharing your wit, support, and supreme snark. Also, thank you Wanders for continuing to let us play in your yard, as @Scottie once put it.
Random Thanksgiving guy seems to be Al Roker. He was dressed just like random guy on tv yesterday- same hat, scarf, jacket- according to a picture online today.
Well, I think we all knew this was going to happen. It was probably the only 'fly in the ointment' Moy could think of. I'm guessing that Sunny either continues to hate Ian (why not?) and/or the bird's owner shows up. Maybe Toby will take Sunny to the I Heart Pet place again and this time the owner will see him. Meanwhile, I hope he takes a bite out of Ian's nose.
@fauxprof, yes, I am hearing that, especially since Ian left the bathroom door ajar. Tomorrow I hope we hear those strings from Bernard Hermann's score and a shrieking "SQUAWK!"
Although the initial meet-and-greet between bird and beast did not go well, Toby continued making Ian’s special wecome home dinner, which would be shared with Sunny. Steamed sweet potatoes, stewed kale,…yum! ( ..
Tarnation, Toby! first ye brin a wild varmint intae our immaculate flat, an then ye serve me vegetable-tastin gruel! Daes Cap’n Crappy like tha stuff? oh, ye puir wee bairn, wud ye like som popcorn? come an git it!
Tae Toby’s amazement, Ian hae hidden bits o popcorn in his beard, an Cap’n Crappy is eagerly pecking at the bits (pause for joint EWWWWWWWW!). (Or, if you’re one of those bird-centric people, AWWWWWWWWWW!).
Why, Ian! You like Sunny-er Captain Crappy?
Aye, lass. He makes me think of the wee budgie I had when I was a wee teenage lad living in the upper middle class highrise slums of Glasgow. We were very close, and we told each other ev’rythin’.
Ian, you never told me about him! What was his name?
‘Twas Wee Bobby Burds, named for our greatest poet. He could recite all of the canons, and he could pray The Selkirk Grace better than th’ High Moderator of the Church of Scotland. Ah still miss him, and I’ll never forget his last words to me.
Toby is now sobbing quietly. What did he say, Dear?
He said, “HELP! I’m being eaten by your mither’s moggy!”
On Saturday, December 6, 2025 at 07:39:08 PM EST, mtrehub@aol.com wrote:
Next Day
Ring, ring! Hello, Santa Royale Police Department. What is your emergency?
Elderly woman’s voice: I’d like to speak to Officer Toody or Sergeant Muldoon. They are always so kind and so efficient.
Ma’am, I’m sorry to tell you those officers are no longer with us.
Oh, did they transfer to the FBI? Or to the Goleta Police Department?
No, Ma’am, they’ve gone to that great donut shop in the sky.
Oh, they’re having a coffee break. I’m sure you’re also very kind and efficient. Do you recall that truck crash where some of the Amazon parrots were killed and others escaped into the vast, dense forest of Western Santa Royale? I may have a clue…
What? A clue ? Excellent! Officers Hegseth and Patel have been working on this case day and night- or so they say. What do you know?
Well, I’ve seen my neighbors with a strange parrot recently,
I’ll send the parrot retrieval team over there immediately! Where will I find you.?
Oh, you should see Mrs. Mary Worth, not me- teehee. She’s the very dynamic and unofficial manager of Charterstone, and you may remember her from the Case of the Missing Dog where she was instrumental in recovering that poor dog from the dastardly kidnappers; why, if she hadn’t driven diligently up and down the streets of Santa Royale, shouting GRETA WHERE ARE YOU GIRL, that poor pup would still be in a cage and suffering something awful and-“
What is this Charterstone- some sort of mental institution?
(Icily) No. Charterstone is the finest, most exclusive condominium complex north of Montecito. All the most prominent people live there if they can’t afford a house.
Okay, Mrs. Worth, Hegseth and Patel will be there later.
Several hours later, a crowd has encircled the Camerons’ building.
Bird ICE has several dozen white-garbed and masked agents in place, most Charterstone residents are there, Dr. Jeff is there with an ambulance just in case this is the day he’s actually needed; and Dr. Ed Harding is there with a hypodermic needle filled with phenobarbital just in case Captain Crappy doesn’t go quietly when he’s ripped from the loving arms of his foster family (Squawk! Read me my rights! Unlawful detainment! Is there a lawyer in the crowd, or are you all a bunch of @#$&*%+ doctors and academics? Daddy Ian, help!)
Meanwhile, a silver Rolls Royce panel truck has parked, idling, on Mr. Alora’s rose garden. Officer Patel enters the truck to speak with the occupants.
Hegseth uses a bullhorn: ‘Adjunct Professor Cameron: come out with the bird on your shoulder and your hands in the air, and give Mrs. Worth the bird.’
Ian: ‘Ay will ne’er gie up my wee darlin’ bird. Ye’ll hae to pry his claws from my cold, dead shoulder. However, Ay will gie Mary the bird! ‘ When Ian raises his right arm, Dr. Ed Harding jabs Ian with the hypodermic. Ian collapses like a downed oak tree. Then, everyone present gives Mary the bird. Hegseth squeamishly grabs the parrot and rushes over to the Rolls Royce truck. Out steps——Amazon founder Jeff Birdzos and his lavishly attired wife, Lauren Birdzos.
Patel: Is this your parrot, Mr. Birdzos? Jeff: Nah! That’s not the parrot I ordered. I ordered a very rare Shiny Bald-headed Parrot, not a common yellow headed bird. Lauren: And the parrot we ordered has a very large chest. We’ll have to return this one. Jeff: Let’s leave. We’re having dinner with Harry and Meghan tonight.
Captain Crappy: Come get me, Mom and Dad! And leave us alone, you nosy, meddling @#$&*%+ old biddy!
Patel calls the station to send someone to drive Hegseth home. So ended the night when everyone gave Mary the bird.
"meg" spelled backward is "gem," and you've written two more, Meg!
I love these! "Bird ICE" made me literally laugh out loud, as did your description of which physical attributes the Birdzoses like in a parrot, Officer Hegseth needing a ride home, and, of course, everybody giving Mary the bird.
Brava! Treat yourself to some crackers on me! -- Scottie
Huzzah huzzah, @meg! Nobody does it better than you! I was going to nominate you for a Kennedy Center Honor, but I'd have to find a time machine to go back to a more favorable year, more's the pity.
Today: "Harrumph!" is Chinbeard's idea of pillow talk?
But seriously folks; Ian's been gone for weeks and he's sitting with the classic crossed arms over his chest pose and Toby's on her phone. I think there's trouble a brewin' and it runs deeper than a weird parrot.
Perhaps the building will catch fire: Toby will flee the flames while Ian snoozes semi-drunkenly in his LA-Z Prof recliner. Captain Crappy will have to brave the flames and save the day. He’ll wake Ian by screeching ‘SQUAWK! Wake up, Daddy! Move your fat a— out of that recliner before you’re roasted like a giant haggis!’
I’ve had a chilling premonition about what may come next, and it’s not that ‘Sunny’ will be served up on Mary’s table on Christmas Day. What if this a giant prelude to a true ‘jump the shark’ story for Toby and Ian? They’ll kiss and make up…then…twins! (Named Li’l Ian and Lilian)
I've gotta side with Ian on this one, gang. Going all confetti on the Othello playbill was a malicious, deliberate, and conscious act. We know this because that bird's no dummy. He's already proven that he's way smarter than Toby.
If Sunny wants to keep provoking Ian for whatever kicks he gets, he better stay on the high side of the apartment. Or else. -- Scottie
Ken Kensington!! What a great blast from the past.
Hey, what if Sunny is female? Maybe she's trying to build a nest? Maybe Sunny is suffering from some sort of pica and needs to eat paper? Maybe Sunny was abused by a previous owner who resembled a large, gray-haired Scotsman? Maybe Sunny has fallen in love with Toby (!!) and is trying to drive Ian off. That one kinda fits in the Moyzone, actually.
The next morning, as Toby stumbles into the kitchen, Ian is already sitting there enjoying his coffee. He says to her, "Sit down, darling. I'm afraid I have some terrible news. I was running some coffee grounds down the garbage grinder in the sink when your lovely little bird suddenly fell in. I tried to save him but it was too late. It was a completely freak accident. But rest assured knowing that the little . . . birdie went quickly. Coffee?" -- Scottie
Toby: IAN, YOU IDIOT! Don’t you know coffee grounds will clog the garbage disposal??!! Garbage grinder? Is that what all you Glaswegian divits caa’ it? Is Sunny still sleeping? I’ll go and uncover his cage when Ah hae hud mah coffee.
Hmmm....we never see children at Charterstone unless they are visiting for a short time. I guess I always assumed it was some sort of retirement community, so they were allowed to refuse to rent to people with kids. Now I find myself wondering how Toby and Ian came to live at such a place. Did Toby ever want children? Well, she'll never have to worry about potty training Sunny. Not gonna happen.
Well, to quote Sunny: HA HA HA! This is kind of rich: I’ve just been watching a Downton Abbey movie (A New Era). In this movie an actor admits his birth name was Quentin Wellbottom.
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«Oldest ‹Older 3801 – 3861 of 3861Mary’s never seen Toby so happy and fulfilled? Not even by vodka? (Let’s just leave Ian out of the discussion, because…ewwww.) - fauxprof
That's the saddest thing I've ever heard about Toby - she's fulfilled by a bird.
Or the meanest thing Mary has ever said.
Sounds like Toby is going to lay an egg any day now.
Gadzooks, KM is so political today: the opening quotation is by Narendra Modi, and Sunny may be an undocumented refugee from Mexico.
Mary, you need an editor. "Shipment" is the subject of your sentence, not "parrots," so you should have said "an illegal shipment of Amazon parrots was involved...." Think it over while munching on a steamed sweet potato. Ha ha ha!
@KitKat -- I was going to post the same thing. That elementary-school English mistake jumped out at me right through my screen.
Yikes, who knew that Santa Royale was right along the notorious Parrot Smuggling Corridor? I'll bet Stanley was involved. -- Scottie
OK, so maybe We Heart Pets wouldn't say anything, but isn't a possibly smuggled parrot something Dr. Ed would have noted?
And anyway, as I mentioned before, southern CA has a lot of wild parrots. Why would someone smuggle in more? Most birds can't even be sold in CA anymore, and those that can be have to have all kinds of documentation.
Ya know, I may be too far down the Moyzone for my own good.
Look, Mary, all this speculation is pointless. Just call Olive, have her talk to the parrot, and then she'll give you the whole story. Come on, we shouldn't have to tell you this. -- Scottie
Looks like Mary opted for some coffee/tea rather than a steamed sweet potato. Good choice!
If Seedy was smuggled, he must have been smuggled from an English-speaking parrot-hoarding careless-handling poor-driving animal-mistreating law-defying organization.
"Ha ha ha!" is the only dialogue in that TV show. Apparently it's Toby's favorite, which tells us a lot about Toby.
Fun fact: birds don't say, 'Ha ha ha" when they are happy.
It seems the only dialogue reported on Toby's TV is "Ha Ha Ha", perfect for schooling a parrot. Convenient.
Toby should teach Seedy Sunny to say "I hate haggis and bagpipes!"
Wow, TO-BEE! is approaching Wilburesque depths of loneliness and desperation.
I’ve realized that the animals in this comic strip are more interesting than the humans. We have cats who do yoga, psychic dogs, goldfish with the ability to show emotion through facial expressions, and now a parrot who astonishes Mary by speaking actual words. Here’s my suggestion. Why not eliminate the humans (starting with Wilbur, of course) and make it all about the animal characters. Maybe keep Mary around to introduce each day’s adventures.
-fauxprof
Unless Mary's been living under a rock (guess we can forgive her ignorance, seeing how she's pushing 100) I'm not sure what's so "remarkable" about a talking parrot. Looks like she needs a trip to the Santa Royale Zoo. And how tidy that the TV wishes us "Happy Thanksgiving". At least we don't have to see Mary weighed down with a platter of turkey as usual. Maybe it's finally too much for her to put on the annual feast. I think she and Toby are watching the Macy's parade on TV with coffee generously laced with Irish Cream.. Next up, a floating balloon that inspires Sunny to crow "Dumbo!". Too cute for words...
Well!! KM has thrown us a Thanksgiving curve ball - no traditional dinner at Mary's with her friends jammed around the table grasping diminutive wine glasses. The only holiday touch is some random guy on TV (anybody venture a guess who he might be? The emcee of the Santa Royale Thanksgiving Day Parade?) with a holiday greeting. How long have Mary, Toby, and Seedy Sunny been watching TV? Will Ian return by Christmas? Does anyone believe that Toby watches PBS? (If she does, I bet she never contributes to her local station.)
Happy Thanksgiving to my Worthiverse companions! I'm grateful to all of you for sharing your wit, support, and supreme snark. Also, thank you Wanders for continuing to let us play in your yard, as @Scottie once put it.
No, birds do not learn language like children. Mary just insulted children everywhere.
Happy Thanksgiving to all. I give thanks to you every day.
Toby has wisely decided to wait for Ian to teach the bird some ‘bad words’. Ian has all the best words.
Thanksgiving at Charterstone was a mere blip on TO-BEE's TV.
It's a good thing Toby reminded Mary that Ian is her husband. She wouldn't want Mary to think she and Ian are shacking up.
@KitKat -- Yeah, that was a weird thing to say.
Ah well, just another day in the MoyZone. -- Scottie
Random Thanksgiving guy seems to be Al Roker. He was dressed just like random guy on tv yesterday- same hat, scarf, jacket- according to a picture online today.
Thank you, @meg. I haven't see Today in many a year.
Cue the ominous music: KM has set the scene for a Toby nightmare. What unspeakable thing will Ian say or do? Practice your Chinbeard-speak, @meg!
"OH LUCY, I'M HOME!"
well, Toby, will it be Ian or Sunny? We’re all on the bird’s team, right? - fauxprof
Well, I think we all knew this was going to happen. It was probably the only 'fly in the ointment' Moy could think of. I'm guessing that Sunny either continues to hate Ian (why not?) and/or the bird's owner shows up. Maybe Toby will take Sunny to the I Heart Pet place again and this time the owner will see him. Meanwhile, I hope he takes a bite out of Ian's nose.
To follow up on KitKat's witty comment, it looks like Toby got some 'splainin to do. -- Scottie
@Scottie, good catch!
Sunny looks more vulture-like today. Chinbeard better watch his back.
Nice! It's been a while since we've seen a good HARRUMPH! in MW. -- Scottie
Thank heavens for steam!
I see the dye Ian uses to keep his unibrow looking youthful is dripping down his nose. Must be the steam... (hee, hee Miss Scarlet)
Anyone else hearing the music from “Psycho”? I mean, that parrot was not happy -fauxprof
@fauxprof, yes, I am hearing that, especially since Ian left the bathroom door ajar. Tomorrow I hope we hear those strings from Bernard Hermann's score and a shrieking "SQUAWK!"
Is that bird giving an evil glare? Congratulations Brigman! Nicely done!
Although the initial meet-and-greet between bird and beast did not go well, Toby continued making Ian’s special wecome home dinner, which would be shared with Sunny. Steamed sweet potatoes, stewed kale,…yum! ( ..
Tarnation, Toby! first ye brin a wild varmint intae our immaculate flat, an then ye serve me vegetable-tastin gruel!
Daes Cap’n Crappy like tha stuff? oh, ye puir wee bairn, wud ye like som popcorn? come an git it!
Tae Toby’s amazement, Ian hae hidden bits o popcorn in his beard, an Cap’n
Crappy is eagerly pecking at the bits (pause for joint EWWWWWWWW!).
(Or, if you’re one of those bird-centric people, AWWWWWWWWWW!).
Why, Ian! You like Sunny-er Captain Crappy?
Aye, lass. He makes me think of the wee budgie I had when I was a wee teenage lad living in the upper middle class highrise slums of Glasgow. We were very close, and we told each other ev’rythin’.
Ian, you never told me about him! What was his name?
‘Twas Wee Bobby Burds, named for our greatest poet. He could recite all of the canons, and he could pray The Selkirk Grace better than th’ High Moderator of the Church of Scotland. Ah still miss him, and I’ll never forget his last words to me.
Toby is now sobbing quietly. What did he say, Dear?
He said, “HELP! I’m being eaten by your mither’s moggy!”
On Saturday, December 6, 2025 at 07:39:08 PM EST, mtrehub@aol.com wrote:
Next Day
Ring, ring! Hello, Santa Royale Police Department. What is your emergency?
Elderly woman’s voice: I’d like to speak to Officer Toody or Sergeant Muldoon. They are always so kind and so efficient.
Ma’am, I’m sorry to tell you those officers are no longer with us.
Oh, did they transfer to the FBI? Or to the Goleta Police Department?
No, Ma’am, they’ve gone to that great donut shop in the sky.
Oh, they’re having a coffee break. I’m sure you’re also very kind and efficient. Do you recall that truck crash where some of the Amazon parrots were killed and others escaped into the vast, dense forest of Western Santa Royale? I may have a clue…
What? A clue ? Excellent! Officers Hegseth and Patel have been working on this case day and night- or so they say. What do you know?
Well, I’ve seen my neighbors with a strange parrot recently,
I’ll send the parrot retrieval team over there immediately! Where will I find you.?
Oh, you should see Mrs. Mary Worth, not me- teehee. She’s the very dynamic and unofficial manager of Charterstone, and you may remember her from the Case of the Missing Dog where she was instrumental in recovering that poor dog from the dastardly kidnappers; why, if she hadn’t driven diligently up and down the streets of Santa Royale, shouting GRETA WHERE ARE YOU GIRL, that poor pup would still be in a cage and suffering something awful and-“
What is this Charterstone- some sort of mental institution?
(Icily) No. Charterstone is the finest, most exclusive condominium complex north of Montecito. All the most prominent people live there if they can’t afford a house.
Okay, Mrs. Worth, Hegseth and Patel will be there later.
Several hours later, a crowd has encircled the Camerons’ building.
Bird ICE has several dozen white-garbed and masked agents in place, most Charterstone residents are there, Dr. Jeff is there with an ambulance just in case this is the day he’s actually needed; and Dr. Ed Harding is there with a hypodermic needle filled with phenobarbital just in case Captain Crappy doesn’t go quietly when he’s ripped from the loving arms of his foster family (Squawk! Read me my rights! Unlawful detainment! Is there a lawyer in the crowd, or are you all a bunch of @#$&*%+ doctors and academics? Daddy Ian, help!)
Meanwhile, a silver Rolls Royce panel truck has parked, idling, on Mr. Alora’s rose garden. Officer Patel enters the truck to speak with the occupants.
Hegseth uses a bullhorn: ‘Adjunct Professor Cameron: come out with the bird on your shoulder and your hands in the air, and give Mrs. Worth the bird.’
Ian: ‘Ay will ne’er gie up my wee darlin’ bird. Ye’ll hae to pry his claws from my cold, dead shoulder. However, Ay will gie Mary the bird! ‘ When Ian raises his right arm, Dr. Ed Harding jabs Ian with the hypodermic. Ian collapses like a downed oak tree. Then, everyone present gives Mary the bird. Hegseth squeamishly grabs the parrot and rushes over to the Rolls Royce truck. Out steps——Amazon founder Jeff Birdzos and his lavishly attired wife, Lauren Birdzos.
Patel: Is this your parrot, Mr. Birdzos?
Jeff: Nah! That’s not the parrot I ordered. I ordered a very rare Shiny Bald-headed Parrot, not a common yellow headed bird.
Lauren: And the parrot we ordered has a very large chest. We’ll have to return this one.
Jeff: Let’s leave. We’re having dinner with Harry and Meghan tonight.
Captain Crappy: Come get me, Mom and Dad! And leave us alone, you nosy, meddling @#$&*%+ old biddy!
Patel calls the station to send someone to drive Hegseth home.
So ended the night when everyone gave Mary the bird.
…
"meg" spelled backward is "gem," and you've written two more, Meg!
I love these! "Bird ICE" made me literally laugh out loud, as did your description of which physical attributes the Birdzoses like in a parrot, Officer Hegseth needing a ride home, and, of course, everybody giving Mary the bird.
Brava! Treat yourself to some crackers on me! -- Scottie
Thank heavens we have meg today to give us a beyond worthwhile (pun intended) story. Moy has let us down again after that long, big idiotic lead up.
Meg, I loved picturing Ian falling like a tree! So great!
I looked it up: ' cullen skink' is Scottish smoked fish stew. Don't think that name is doing it any favors.
SQUAWK! Thank you. HA HA HA!
I see it only takes a dish of "cullen skink" and a few "tatties" to turn Ian's head away from his intentions...
Huzzah huzzah, @meg! Nobody does it better than you! I was going to nominate you for a Kennedy Center Honor, but I'd have to find a time machine to go back to a more favorable year, more's the pity.
Today: "Harrumph!" is Chinbeard's idea of pillow talk?
@ 'pillow talk' ROTFL Excellent!
But seriously folks; Ian's been gone for weeks and he's sitting with the classic crossed arms over his chest pose and Toby's on her phone. I think there's trouble a brewin' and it runs deeper than a weird parrot.
Perhaps the building will catch fire: Toby will flee the flames while Ian snoozes semi-drunkenly in his LA-Z Prof recliner. Captain Crappy will have to brave the flames and save the day. He’ll wake Ian by screeching ‘SQUAWK! Wake up, Daddy! Move your fat a— out of that recliner before you’re roasted like a giant haggis!’
Warning: Don’t look at Ian’s ankles in the first panel.
Aaaggghhh, I read today's strip before seeing @meg's warning. Now there's no way I can unsee that horrifying, stomach-turning sight!
It's your own fault for leaving your prized Playbills all over the apartment, Ian.
I’ve had a chilling premonition about what may come next, and it’s not that ‘Sunny’ will be served up on Mary’s table on Christmas Day. What if this a giant prelude to a true ‘jump the shark’ story for Toby and Ian? They’ll kiss and make up…then…twins! (Named Li’l Ian and Lilian)
I've gotta side with Ian on this one, gang. Going all confetti on the Othello playbill was a malicious, deliberate, and conscious act. We know this because that bird's no dummy. He's already proven that he's way smarter than Toby.
If Sunny wants to keep provoking Ian for whatever kicks he gets, he better stay on the high side of the apartment. Or else. -- Scottie
Your comment about Toby and Sunny made me laugh out loud, @Scottie (although Toby sets a low bar).
Does Sunny object to Shakespeare in general, or to Sir Richard Wellbottom in particular? I wonder if Sunny has an opinion on Ken Kensington.
Ken Kensington!! What a great blast from the past.
Hey, what if Sunny is female? Maybe she's trying to build a nest?
Maybe Sunny is suffering from some sort of pica and needs to eat paper?
Maybe Sunny was abused by a previous owner who resembled a large, gray-haired Scotsman?
Maybe Sunny has fallen in love with Toby (!!) and is trying to drive Ian off. That one kinda fits in the Moyzone, actually.
In a momentous Worthiverse development, Toby has extended personhood to Sunny.
Of course Ian is "the bigger person" - HARRUMPH!
The next morning, as Toby stumbles into the kitchen, Ian is already sitting there enjoying his coffee. He says to her, "Sit down, darling. I'm afraid I have some terrible news. I was running some coffee grounds down the garbage grinder in the sink when your lovely little bird suddenly fell in. I tried to save him but it was too late. It was a completely freak accident. But rest assured knowing that the little . . . birdie went quickly. Coffee?" -- Scottie
Toby: IAN, YOU IDIOT! Don’t you know coffee grounds will clog the garbage disposal??!! Garbage grinder? Is that what all you Glaswegian divits caa’ it?
Is Sunny still sleeping? I’ll go and uncover his cage when Ah hae hud mah coffee.
My fingers are poised to place immediate calls to the ASCPA and then to PETA. I certainly hope for Ian's sake that he keeps his hands off that bird.
Also, it would be fun to watch Sunny take on Ian, but I doubt that the comic censors would allow that much bloodshed in the strip.
Since Sunny has free rein in flying around the apartment, he has a special way to take revenge on Ian - look out below!
Hmmm....we never see children at Charterstone unless they are visiting for a short time. I guess I always assumed it was some sort of retirement community, so they were allowed to refuse to rent to people with kids. Now I find myself wondering how Toby and Ian came to live at such a place. Did Toby ever want children? Well, she'll never have to worry about potty training Sunny. Not gonna happen.
Right you are, MissScarlet. Ian's hair and/or beard would have been my preferred target, but at least Sunny bombed Chinbeard's FAVORITE shoes.
Maybe Toby's art knowledge can help her design parrot diapers. (I wouldn't be surprised if they already exist!)
Well, to quote Sunny: HA HA HA! This is kind of rich: I’ve just been watching a Downton Abbey movie (A New Era). In this movie an actor admits his birth name was Quentin Wellbottom.
No, sorry! It’s Quentin Sidebottom!
@meg, Quentin Roundbottom would be even better.
And on to today's strip: "CRASH." "OH NO!..." (as the palm tree breaks through the Camerons' window).
Ian is justifiably fed up. (I wish I could do his accent like meg does.) He gives Toby an ultimatum:
"I've had enough of this, Woman! It's either me or that &#%* bird! What's it gonna be?"
When he gets no response, he adds, "Well?"
Toby channels her inner Jack Benny and says, "I'm thinking! I'm thinking!"
-- Scottie
Ian Fatbottom. -- S.
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