Mary seems to have difficulty remembering what John Dill looks like. Bow tie... mustache... at least one ear... that's all I got.
So last month was kind of fun for the Wanders household...
My son's video went viral on Facebook and had over 6 million views. He had at least one TV Interview... and a feature article in the campus paper...
And then my daughter did this...
When you re-encounter an old crush, one of two things will happen. You'll either start singing Garth Brooks' "Unanswered Prayers," or your heart will get stomped on all over again. Mary has completely used John Dill to entertain little Olive and now all that remains are a few parting gifts and his tears. Inside each muffin, John has carefully baked a note hand-scribed with this message, "I will love you forever. Please call me. 202-555-CAKE."
Unfortunately, Mary and Olive are about to donate the muffins to the faithful hobo. Ultimately, the hobo will get a job at the bakery, thus fulfilling Olive's food service vision. Funny how things seem to work out.
It's nice to see some things never change... Even though he's trained under Chef Pierre for three years, John Dill's cake vision remains largely unaltered.
Oh, yes. John Dill has become a master of restraint. If he was more impulsive, he'd have to deal with mother nature!
Well, John Dill seems to be getting over his wife's death pretty well.
But I feel like we somehow missed a giant Mary head in the sky.
Why would anyone dream of leaving Santa Royale?? That doesn't seem right. I mean, hello, Meadows Park? Diner? Maisie's? Why would you ever want to go anywhere else?
In an effort to speed things up and improve passenger experience, Santa Royale International Airport has actually begun bringing the airplanes INSIDE the terminal for boarding.
Mary, don't you know the meaning of the word BEST? Nothing is better than best! Ipso facto: Nothing is better than you. You just have to accept that.
In many ways, I envy John Dill. One of the great summers of my life was spent living in Manhattan when I was 27. I was interning at Manhattan Theatre Club, and subletting an apartment for $300 for the entire summer. Skip down if you don't want the story about how that happened. I was living in Cincinnati, and my friend Howard had graduated from Columbia Law School, so he took me to New York to look for an apartment. We stayed with friends of his, a married couple, who spent the entire weekend setting us up with girls. The first night, I declined, but ended up going with Howard and his blind date, and his married friends anyway. I was the fifth wheel. Howard's date was the understudy for Fantine on Broadway, and so my lawyer friend had trouble coming up with things to talk about, but she and I had a GREAT time. We went to dinner in Greenwich Village and then to a jazz club. And Howard paid for all of his date's expenses. This was my first night in Manhattan and I was loving it.
The next day, Sunday morning, the married couple set us up with a couple of other girls (I was more confident in their ability to find good dates for me in New York, and so I agreed). We ended up taking a couple of girls on a tour of Lincoln Center, and we had a great time.
But so far, I hadn't looked for an apartment. That afternoon, we went to church, and standing in the foyer was a classmate from BYU. I told him I was interning at Manhattan Theatre Club in the summer and he said, "Hey, I have a fellowship in San Diego this summer. Want to sublet my apartment?" I said, "How much?" He said, "I don't know. $300?" I said, "Sure."
And so I always tell my kids, "Go to church. Even when you're out of town."
But as good as my weekend was, it didn't even come close to how great that summer was.
And now I'm in a theatrical mood, so I want to ask the academy to remember Anne, with an E. For your consideration...
John Dill may the the number one cake maker in Santa Royale, but he is no Mr. Pipeline. If he were, he would know that the objective of surfing is not to ride a wave "higher," but to ride a wave "all the way to the shore." Of course, some might say that's just a cliché and that the real objective is to ride a wave with grace and artistry, but then how would that relate to John Dill's cake making?
That $10,000 will go really far when you're living in New York City for eight months on apprentice wages. Hopefully, Chef Pierre will let you nibble on some Cheez-its while you fetch him stuff.
As Mary and John congratulate themselves, chin napkin quietly radiates fumes of rage from the backside of the cake over their neglect. It is as if he was screaming, "Okay, now that I've helped you win all that cash, get this pink frosting off of me!"
To find out who the winner is, you're going to have to read Today's Full Strip. But there shouldn't be any surprise, since we all know whose cake is the best - Mary and John already explained that to us, so we don't need see any of the other cakes.
I find it interesting that fifth grade colorist Eunice Chestnut has attempted to represent the unity of Team DillWorth by morphing their arms into one arm. Deep.
I'm glad they've both had a chance to observe the competition and assess how they compare. The important thing is that we NOT be permitted to see the other cakes, and just take Mary Worth and John Dill at their unbiased word: Their cake is without question the best.
