Knowledge is very dangerous in the wrong hands. And Dawn knows a lot of dangerous stuff. She knows that Kurt is somebody else's baby. She also knows: Pie is yummy. Kitties are cute. Horse's can be smallish. 
Today's Full Strip
In case you were wondering, the song they're singing is called "Three Little Birds" and I just added it to the Charterstone Jukebox.
For those of you who are new to Mary Worth, the woman on the right is a recurring character who sometimes appears in the strip drinking coffee. Her name is Mary Worth. She's not very interesting, but fortunately she doesn't appear in the strip very often.
Because, you see, there is a blood shortage in Santa Royale, and the Mountview laboratory requires you to give blood before they give you the cheek swab.
"And after some more persuasion, he agreed to let me keep his heart in this old juice jar full of formaldehyde."
Do you know who I pitty? The motherless women. It seems the entire world is full of people who never had parents, spontaneously generating through some sort of spark in the ectoplasm of life. These children must come from the same place where Kurt's suit jacket suddenly materialized.
"At fifteen, I couldn't stand the dysfunction anymore. I became a bit of a free spirit, with an uneasy restlessness. I moved from town to town, as a wandering minstrel. I tried to get into several Eastern colleges, Tate, McKinley, Taft... none would accept me. In a fit of desperation, I applied to Local University in Santa Royale, California. They accepted me, and so did Wilbur, allowing me to live in his apartment when I showed up on his doorstep refusing to take one of those untrustworthy DNA test."
As Wilbur and Dawn continue to bounce from Bedroom to Kitchen to Study, Kurt wanders hopelessly through the mysterious dimension that is the Weston Apartment, looking in vain for some sort of exit.
