Balloons? These guys know how to party
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Rex Morgan, M.D., 10/4/25
Oh, man, Rex and June thought they were going to have an early night of it, but now it looks like they’ll be up late spinning an elaborate web of lies for their children. Will they be able to convince the boys that some sad slice of soggy coffee cake they bought at a gas station is in fact left over from Glenwood’s shindig of the year? It’s a tough call: on the one hand, the boys are pretty stupid, but on the other, they seem hyperfixated on cake, so they might figure it out.
Beetle Bailey, 10/4/25
Remember, folks, Beetle Bailey’s Sgt. Snorkel isn’t just a violent man with an eating problem; he also has a drinking problem! They don’t dwell on that so much these days but it’s still canon.
94 replies to “Balloons? These guys know how to party”
Beetle Bailey-Well this intervention is a bust.
RMMD-Come the morning Rex and June will have to face the wrath of Sarah who can tell the difference between a wedding cake and a store bought cake.
MW-“Eh. Mary says a lot of stuff. Have you ever actually listened to half the stuff she says?”
RMMD:
“Hey! This is the same cake they sell at the BP station.”
“What makes you say that?”
“It smells like gasoline.”
RMMD: Hands up all those who guessed that the next dramatic three-week-long medical story arc would be two people buying cake at a convenience store. Maybe there’ll be a robbery attempt and someone will get shot, allowing Rex to — well, probably do nothing, malpractice insurance contracts being what they are.
RMMD: I love how these two think that it’s the “wedding” part of “wedding cake” that has excited their kids. Buy them any cake, you don’t even have to hide it — they’ll just be happy to have a break from their regular diet of white rice and steamed turnips, or whatever it is you feed them.
BB: I like how that lower shelf looks less like liquor bottles than something raided from the chemistry lab. Ether and hexane for everyone!
MW: Notes still inflated balloon in background, adds hot-air balloons to list of things Moy knows nothing about.
MW: Aaaand there’s a road leading directly to the balloon. Which is still inflated, raising so many questions ranging from “why don’t they take off again” to “why aren’t they on fire”.
Rex Morgan M.D. : is being delightfully devilish, disguising a grocery store-bought cake as
his own cookingleftovers of a wedding cake.Hopefully he doesn’t have to deal with an aurora borealis, at this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the country, located entirely in his kitchen.
RMMD:
“That forgetfulness of yours really takes the cake, June!”
MW: Knowing they were miles behind their dogs, Saul quickly overtook them just by pressing the car’s Accelerator (TM) button, instantly turning his stodgy Buick sedan into a sporty fastback.
RMMD:
“I absolutely love lying to the kids, June! — to manipulate their impressionable, trusting little minds like that should qualify me for a ‘Parent of the Year’ award!”
MW: Stanley finally lets go of the tree branch to wave at their would-be rescuers, and the balloon instantly rises above the vast, dense forest gulp and goes on its way.
B. Bailey: Say what you will about his drinking, Sarge was considerate enough to include a cocktail glass for Julius on his booze cart.
Beetle Bailey:
“Tonight’s party is B.Y.O.B.”
” ‘Beetle — You Obnoxious Bastard’ ?”
Beetle Bailey:
“I hope you three guys have raspy voices, because that way, I can put the cart before the hoarse!”
BB: General Halftrack leaps in midair, in slow-motion onto the booze cart.
(I’m assuming he’s at the party, and if he isn’t, he is now)
MW: I’m just throwing this out there; maybe Olive is using her “gift” to CREATE catastrophes so she can get attention for rescuing everyone? A kind of Munchausen Syndrome, but not really.
RMMD: Spineless much? How about, ” We forgot cake from the wedding, so we stopped at the bakery.” They’re kids. It’s cake. They’ll eat it.
BB: Maybe Sarge is working his way through The Seven Deadly Sins. Although, when it comes to Lust…oh, never mind, I’ve made myself gag.
MW: Look out, Saul! There’s a tree crossing the road ahead!
RMMD:
“With the sinister extraterrestrial object 3I/Atlas — clearly the product of some malign alien civilization at work — bearing down on us, what difference does it make if the kids get cake or not, June? We’re about to be annihilated by the earth’s turning into a flaming fireball!”
BB: They’re going to have a wild time drinking all that purple codeine syrup, Sudafed, and whatever else Sarge could steal from the base pharmacy.
@Hibbleton: wait wait… what?
If the balloon is still inflated, that means that the fire (should) be still on.
In turn, if the fire is still on. The balloon should be rising.
I just broke my brain trying to think my way through this.
@Schroduck: “Soda… Sunny D… Oh yeah! Purple stuff!!”
MW:
Stanley is clearly staring off-panel in today’s installment. What is he looking at? A giant condor, about to try to make a meal out of one of our hapless trio? A pterodactyl or archaeopteryx, in some real-life rendering of Jurassic Park? Or is he contemplating a solution to Riemann’s hypothesis?
I am reminded of watching a Detroit Red Wings game many, many years ago. The opposing team had gotten a breakaway, and the puck handler was bearing down on the Red Wings goalie. The Red Wings were coached at the time by none other than Scotty Bowman, a genius if there ever were one. Every pair of eyes in the arena was focused on the puckholder and the goalie, to see if there would be a score or a save — well, every pair of eyes other than those of Bowman, who was staring in the complete opposite direction.
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@The Rambling Otter: I think when this is all over, we deserve a special metapost just to analyze the problems — not Olive’s psychic abilities, I’ll accept those as a premise; but how balloons, forests, dogs, cars, and people don’t work that way.
MW:
I’m still trying to figure out what happened to the dogs’ leashes. My working hypothesis is that ne’er-do-well mainstay Rene Belluso came cross-panel from over at RMMD and purloined them.
@Bob Tice: Object permanence is so passé.
@Liam: re:RMMD – Joke’s on Sarah, then – as if this wedding bought anything better than the cheapest grocery store sheet cake. Any single slice or mini cake will be at least as good
@Ken: seconded!
GT Good of them to note this is a new player, since the art can’t help us figure it out
DT “Electrothanasia”? Is the Tracyverse such a hellhole with so many people seeking assisted suicide that they’ve developed specialized vocabulary for a variety of methods??
BB Somehow I doubt that senior sergeants go to parties hosted by enlisted men, but far be it from me to question the military knowledge of the writers of Beetle Bailey.
They were at a roots country Americana Ameripolitan wedding. You can bring home some cupcakes for the kids, tell them that’s all the bride and groom could afford, and they’ll have no choice but to believe you.
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I’m trying to make sense of those balloons and failing spectacularly. Is one attached to the wall and the other attached to it? Seems like a waste of helium, but if they don’t have helium then why do they have strings? With party decorations like this it’s no wonder Sarge wants to pass out as soon as possible and forget the whole thing.
JP – So that’s why Neddy’s boobs aren’t what they once were! They’ve been Benjamin Buttoned away.
Lío – Um, no. Cats want ranged weapons, not pole arms. I know this because when we brought our sweet little furballs home from the shelter, they went straight for my wife’s model ballista.
@Ken: Both the Dachschund and the Retriever are good on object permanence, having each been bred for hunting tasks. Moy and Brigman, not so much.
“Someone has brought a generous supply of alcohol to our party. This is distressing for some reason.”
BF: Ah! I’ve been looking forward to one of these three having a stroke, but my money was on the whiny fat blonde one.
Blondie: Enjoy your alternate universe, and by the way, fuck you.
Nothing going on in the news? Boy howdy, I wish!
DtM: “It’s a sweatshirt and a napkin!” Dennis brags in a filthy sweatshirt.
Jeffy pulls his sweatshirt down to his ankles as he squats in a corner. “Challenge accepted!”
@Ukulele Ike: BF – Are we sure it’s a stroke?
Blondie – Don’t overlook the possibility that Blondie is in our universe and incredibly jaded. In which case your imprecation remains valid.
DT: All right, where did the coffee come from? Tess made Roberta fetch it, didn’t she? I can tell a Domme/sub relationship when I see it. “Two sugars, then stand quietly behind my chair while I talk business.”
JP: You can say a lot of things about Neddy, but you can’t say she isn’t self-aware.
Phantom has a plan, and the plan is to punch everybody in the camp.
RMMD – Developing a workable cold fusion technology: Genius. Switching out grocery store cake for wedding cake to fool your stupid kids: Not genius.
@matt w: What, you think Sarge is planning to Share?!? BYOB means it’s his own and the rest of those pansies can just piss the hell off!
RMMD – I agree with everyone who feels that receiving compensatory cake from a C-Store will be just fine with the kids, and there’s no reason to lie about it. In twenty years, when the Morgans tearfully confess to their adult children that the cake didn’t come from the wedding, the children will likely say “we know, but you’d have never let us have HoHos any other way . . . “
@CanuckDownSouth: I do believe that’s another one of Costello’s desperate bits of fanservice. In the first Superman cartoon produced by the Fleischer Studios in 1941, Superman went up against a Mad Scientist and his ‘Electrothanasia Ray’.
Makes a bit more sense than having the 1966 Batmobile put in a guest appearance, but only a little.
Blondie: The Bumstead’s ears are full of sand. An unfortunate by-product of the ignorant.
Blondie: Everything is great. I know this because they told me it is.
RMMD: Rex, you’re a genius! A normal parent would have just bought the cake and said, “Sorry, kids, mom and I were on our way home when we realized we forgot to get you some of the wedding cake like we promised, so we bought some cake for you at the store.” The kids will be cool about it because it still ends with them getting cake, and they’ll get a valuable demonstration in admitting to and rectifying one’s own mistakes. But your brilliant idea adds a lot of unnecessary preparation and subterfuge, and if the kids find out they will be angry at being lied to and/or internalize the idea that it’s okay to deceive people to avoid getting into trouble with them. Father of the year, you are!
“Damn it, Sarge, bring your own bullets! The armory isn’t going to issue ammo for us to frag Halftrack! I knew we shouldn’t invite you to the coup, but Plato was sure that NCOs are important when you’re overthrowing unjust authority. This what you get for reading Edward Luttwak!”
DTM: Look! It’s a sweatshirt AND toilet paper!
Rex Morgan: Unfortunately for the Morgans, while their sons are stupid enough to fall for this, their daughter is a mutant freak that will discern the truth and plot to murder them for their deception.
RMMD: If we ditch the packaging, those morons will never know the difference.
C’shaft: Just when I think Batiuk’s contempt for his readers can’t get any higher, he pulls the “I’m sorry you feel that way” non-apology card.
Dustin: Exhibit 65A in “Dustin and Dustdad are the exact same person twenty-five years apart.”
MW: Oh, of COURSE there’s a paved/packed dirt road running right by the part of No Cell Service State Forest where the balloon crashed. Of course.
Re Morgan, MD: “Grocery store up here a ways”? Is Rex affecting a Southern drawl? Did exposure to country music people turn him country? Or is he doing a bit, making fun of the friends and ancillary characters he just left?
The idea of a comic strip character just doing a bit for DAYS, pretending to be someone he’s not, and no one acknowledging it appeals to me. I’m pretty sure it’s just for me and the writer, but an audience of two is bigger than an audience of zero.
RMMD – Little did the Morgans know that their quick stop at the “24-hour grocery store” (only lowlife stoner types call it a “convenience store”) would precipitate them into the middle of an armed robbery and hostage situation in progress, trapping them in a tense standoff with the constant threat of imminent violence… No, wait, sorry, this is Rex Morgan. They’ll buy a cake and go home.
Don Abundio, translated:
[Sign: MINIATURE GOLF]
“Don Abundio has been practicing alone here every day”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know why… he usually plays standard golf with money at stake!”
“I have a theory, though…”
“Don Abundio’s going to challenge his business associates to a game without telling them this is the course!”
@pugfuggly: Ether and hexane for everyone!
Here’s an interesting item. I have personally read, in the Mallet Chemical Library at The University of Texas at Austin, that at one time they had prohibition in Ireland, which right there is hard to believe. But the story was that ethyl ether is intoxicating and comparable to the effects of ethyl alcohol, except that it only lasts about 15 minutes, being so volatile. And there were actually ether saloons, where you could drink ether, and presumably risk dangerous explosions and fires. The really odd thing about this is that, despite having free access to very pure ether, I never had the nerve to try a shot and see what happened. Of course, we also had plenty of 200 proof ethyl alcohol available. It was such a pain to get exempt from the alcohol tax, that the university just paid it, and there were tax stickers on the bottles.
@Bob Tice: re MW: [slaps forehead] D’oh! My Intern forgot to put their leashes back on when he let them outta the limo! Well, since I’ve already revealed how they got there… and nobody seems to be willing to “suspend their disbelief” … I might as well spill all the beans.
The balloon is a colorful plastic shell that they lifted up there with a crane and attached to the tree, so naturally it didn’t “deflate” – do you know how hard it is to portray a collapsed balloon? But our two-leggers are actually up there in the basket! Mary had to be drugged to do the scene, as you can tell by her wild-eyed expression.
There is a road right up to the “crash site” … how do you think they got the crane in there? It also provides a convenient way for Eve and Saul to “follow the Dogs” to the rescue. I’m afraid you folks are trying to make this story too complicated by questioning the Magic of Theater! All we need to focus on is the marvelous performances by Max and Greta! Now that’s ACTING!
It’s a shame when folks lose their Sense of Wonder….
RMMD: “Dad, why did I bite into a UPC sticker in the middle of this cake? Is there something you’re not telling us?”
@Sid, Agent to the Animal Stars!:
Oh, we’re all wondering a lot about Mary Worth.
DT: Diet Smith Enterprises/Industries is enthusiastically testing out lethal weapons in the city limits. One they got from a shady source.
Yup. He’s (in abstentia) One of The Good Guys.
Gil $%#! Thorp: Hey, conservative readers! I know some of you have been upset about Henry’s insertions of “woke” political issues and characters sooooooo……
We’re replacing the vaguely ethnic quarterback with The White Guy Who Will Save The Day!
GA: Ah, jeez. They’re gonna have sex on the counter, aren’t they?
(I actually saw this in real life. I had to talk with a bar owner, was directed to the back area where they had live music and there he was — getting it on with one of the wait staff. I thought of yelling: “Hey! I eat there!” but backed quietly away)
Mary Worth: “Look, Saul! A hot air balloon crashed into one of the trees up there!”
“That doesn’t look like Ian Cameron to me, Eve.”
@White Rabbit:
As I understand it, ether makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel…
@Ken: Now, I didn’t say this “magical drama” was being executed flawlessly. In fact, a lotta people would like to “execute” the producers! heh heh heh But I think you’ll agree that my clients are rising above all the … missteps … here
@4 pugfuggly: Hexane Coladas for everyone!
@20 The Rambling Otter: Yeah, it’s best not to ponder the paradoxes of time travel and Mary Worth storylines.
@53 Sid, Agent to the Animal Stars!: The dogs are the only reason I’m reading this storyline.
Beetle, hoping this would be a date night, slyly hints that the party is “Bring Your Own Beetle.” Hope springs eternal (as does alcoholism),
@UncleJeff: “…The White Guy Who Will Save The Day!”
I mean, “Carte Blanche” was right there.
And yes, it doesn’t get much whiter than 1975 David Bowie.
@Voshkod: Man, I hadn’t thought of that brilliantly cynical little book in years.
@pugfuggly: The thing about that is that because are usually formal fancy events, weddings tend to go for higher-tier, higher end bakeries to cater their desserts, so the cakes (depending on the flavor and bakery of course) generally tend to be of a delectable quality then, say, something that’s been sitting in the fridge of a Val-u-Save for months. The problem here is that Truck and Wanda’s nuptials were of such a dilapidated chintzy quality that you would be surprised if they did just get one of the pre-made Walmart concoctions they were about to throw out and called it a day (Wedding guest: “Truck, why is you cake wishing Timmy a happy 9th birthday?”)
So combine that tidbit with the fact that Rex’s dimwitted children don’t exactly have the most sophisticated of palates, and you come to the conclusion that you originally had, that it doesn’t matter what they bring home because the young Morgans will stuff anything down their gullet if it has enough high-fructose corn syrup. (Whatever-the-blond-one-is-called: This ‘wedding cake’ has a wrapping and looks like it came from Hostess, but whatever…nom, nom, nom!”)
Rex Morgan, MD – Luckily in comic book time these children are too young to know the phrase “The cake is a lie” from the 2007 game Portal, or the internet meme is spawned.
Beetle Bailey – General Halftrack is usually shown to be the drunk, though he’s a cocktail man, while Sarge is usually a beer man. Perhaps Sarge has begun to try out mixology on the side, and will show himself to be commissioned officer material.
Sex Organ V.D.: “I saw this work on ” Seinfeld”, our kids are at least as dumb as Kramer!”
Rex Morgan: Can’t wait till a couple decades from now, when the kids are on break from medical school in the Bahamas and are forced to attend their parents’ acquaintances’ anniversary party. They’ll get out that slice of wedding cake they’ve had in the freezer all this time, and it will be immediately apparent that it’s not the same type of cake Rex and June brought home for them. What else had they been lying about all this time? That’s going to be an extremely long discussion, conducted in front of a family therapist, that will include everything from “we never put all that much effort into parenting” to “your grandfather is really your uncle” to “roots music is really just country music with a much smaller audience.”
REX MORGAN M.D: I also don’t get why Rex and June are so “a’scared” of their dumb children’s wraith. I could see if this was happening during the “pre-Beatty Sarah” era when she was the obnoxiously precocious weirdo kid who could twist people around her finger and demand everyone pay attention to her while hanging around a creepy old woman all day (sorry, Olive. You’re always going to be the “beta bitch” of this particular niche genre, still trying to make “fetch” happen). That child would vow to make everyone pay if she didn’t get what she wanted. But right now, they are normal kids who’ll eat whatever Rex and June tell them to, so unless the younger Morgans turn until ravenous cannibals after midnight (which would be interesting, so no chance of that happening here), Rex and Junes are being a bunch of drama queens here.
@Schroduck: BB: They’re going to have a wild time drinking all that purple codeine syrup, Sudafed, and whatever else Sarge could steal from the base pharmacy.
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Flaming Snorkels all around!
Looking forward to Rex’s wry expression after he’s pistol-whipped in a low-stakes pastry heist. June, meeting her captor’s eyes as she tends to his minor facial abrasion, falls madly in love and throws in her lot with the gang. We next see her, all in black and with her balaklava pushed up on her forehead, dumping an associate with a hastily bandaged gunshot wound to the abdomen at the doors of the ER. “June!” Rex shouts after her as she peels out. “What’s the Netflix password?”
@Baja Gaijin: @20 The Rambling Otter: Yeah, it’s best not to ponder the paradoxes of time travel and Mary Worth storylines.
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Mary Worst: Keeper of Time
@a.: “What’s the Netflix password?”
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12345678abcdefghi!
@Victor Von:
Considering the transparently insincere way Rex treated Buck when he tried to make plans to “keep in touch”, that sentence might not be a joke.
@The Rambling Otter: I just broke my brain trying to think my way through this.
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“I’ll get Dr. Rex Morgan to fix your brain, Rambling! I got the Krazy Glue™ right here! I’ll get him as soon as he’s back from his cake run.”
I question the prominent spoon on Sarge’s bar. Is he planning on doing the thing with the sugar cube and the absinthe after he finishes slamming that, um, seven-pack of cheap beer?
@70 a.: Important for Poteet: does June’s balaclava cover her spit curl?
@74 GarrisonSkunk: Crazy Glue? Have you never read this strip before? It’ll be smelling salts followed by small bites of peanut butter sandwiches. Grazy Glue, indeed.
@75 Classic David: Sarge plans to use it with Beetle once everyone else passes out or leave the party and they have the place all to themselves.
RMMD: sweet Jeebus, just admit you forgot, the kids will live. Sounds like they could use a little practice at dealing with disappointment.
Mary Worth: My wife looked at this today and said, “Why is Saul driving down a river?”
Dear Wendy: My dog doesn’t like being home alone. My family was going out for the day, to Wal-Mart, and my dog just barked barked barked the second we were all out of the house. We could hear him from the car in the driveway. We didn’t want our neighbours complaining or questioning things. So I stayed home with him just to quiet him down. Normally this isn’t an issue and he’s usually fine being home alone (more or less), and we’re all going out for dinner on my Birthday in a week, and don’t want to worry about him. What do I do?
~TAE (Tired and Exasperated)
@Sid, Agent to the Animal Stars!: I think it goes without saying that habitual readers of Mary Worth have long since surrendered themselves to a willing suspension of disbelief. But we still care about continuity, Sid, which is why we noticed the missing leashes and also why I questioned Saul’s car going from being a stodgy sedan yesterday to a sporty fastback today. Unless that pink Buick fastback is actually your limo…? If so, do you sell Mary Kay cosmetics on the side? And if so, do you still carry that Mary Kay TimeWise Age Fighting moisturizer that Mary Worth herself uses but clearly ran out of when the balloon crashed?
Zits Spanish to English.
The Family Circus Spanish to English.
I think I finally understand what is going on in Mary Worth. Olive is actually in a hypoxia-induced coma after nearly drowning foolishly trying to rescue what’s-her-name, and this whole sequence is just a hallucinatory dream as her fading mind tries to hold on. That would explain today’s magically appearing roadway, the still inflated balloon, the flickering in and out of existence of the dogs’ leashes, and all of the other clues that we’re actually halfway through one of Christopher Nolan’s less successful efforts.
Rex Morgan M.D. Spanish to English.
Narration box: Finally, it’s time for the wedding…
Arlo & Janis: Gotta hand it to Arlo, he knows what’s important in the fan experience. (And I’m not joking, to anyone who’s been at a football stadium when the game’s being telecast.)
FC: “Only if my first family’s kid will get married tomorrow.”
MW: This is the third different Buick Saul has driven on their short jaunt. At the end of the arc we’d better see a “Compensation has been provided by General Motors” disclaimer like on a game show.
BB: It must be even harder for Sarge to respect General Halftrack than it is for everyone else. When he goes on a drinking binge he’s much more self-sufficient about it.
RMMD: It’s truly hilarious that the past few months have brought a good two or three medical plots that turned out not to involve Rex in anyway. Now we’re finally getting sustained time with him and his wife/co-leading character, and it finds them engaged in the act of ditching a friend’s wedding. On that front, Dr. Morgan truly is a genius.
@Charterstoned: @ValdVin: re MW: As both of you astutely noted, we have had multiple Buick product placements here in this race to the rescue! Don’t say The Ladies aren’t sharp businesswomen – Buick paid a bundle for *each* of them, since their focus groups showed almost total overlap with the Mary Worth demographic. We may see even more models before it’s all over!
So, no, that pink fastback is not my personal vehicle. They also determined that the Mary Kay cohort is well-represented in this universe, so The Ladies hit them up for a placement fee, too! I’m sorry I can’t provide any of the Mary Kay products, either current or discontinued. But I can refer you to Melody Mare if you’re interested in grooming products for your Mane and Tail. I think she has hooves covered now, too.
Baldo: Tia Carmen never sends her sample to the DNA lab in a fictional western state. Thus she’ll never know that she’s actually related to Truck Tyler.
C-Shaft: The smirk on Battom’s face could, in most circumstances, be interpreted as a symptom of demonic possession. In this case it only means that he’s done insulting his readers…for now.
DT: According to Wiktionary, electrothanasia is “(archaic, rare) execution by electricity”. So yeah, of course Diet Smith Labs have a special room set aside for it.
Dustin: Hey, she understands his strip better than he does!
JP: “Like Sam and I did with you and Sophie. And look how well the two of you turned…Okay, forget everything I just said.”
Luann: Thanks for the tip, Catwoman and, um, Inverted Triangle Man with Floppy Dog Ears for Some Reason.
MW: Saul has no idea who Saul and Eve are, and Mary doesn’t enlighten him. As far as he knows, these are still his last moments on Earth.
Phantom: Hold onto your hats, everybody, or else you’ll lose it like the guy with the machine gun did.
@Baja Gaijin: Mary Worth: No, you’re thinking of that bloviating, pompous balloon.
BB: “Wait, Beetle, we’re all in civvies, so why are you still wearing your patrol cap? I know you’re averse to ever going bareheaded, but don’t you still have that porkpie hat from before you signed up? Or you could get a baseball cap or something?”
“Since I never take it off even in the shower, this thing has been fused to my scalp for years!”
Crank: I guess the “joke” here is that as long as Ed continues to read The Wrinkles, he’s contributing to its … clicks? Sales? Viewing figures? Does Batty not know how newspaper comics work? Because that would explain a lot. (Yes, okay, most people these days do give them clicks, but I’m sure it’s been established that Ed reads them in The Centreville Sentinel, as God intended.)
Anyway, a more accurate punchline would be that Ed is going to keep reading The Wrinkles in the expectation it won’t change, in order to mock it mercilessly in the comments of The Sequential Art Sourpatch.
DT: “Electrothanasia” sounds like something I’d expect to see in an alternate Rex Morgan MD which won’t shut up about increasingly granular subgenres of dance music, rather than country.
MW: If you have to get that close before you can see there’s a balloon hanging from one of the trees, you probably shouldn’t be driving. It’s Hannah Dingdon all over again!
@Horace Broon: re: MW: No one else has seen that balloon, either. Stanley really shouldn’t have painted the gasbag pine-tree green.
RMMD: Widdle Sarwa: “This is supposed to be a *wedding cake*? Who the HELL is Wanda June?”
@83 Dmsilev: Sort of like the upper mashup except with Olive instead of Mary and Death instead of Doggie Diner.
@89 Lord Flatulence: You’re right, of course. I keep confusing the giant gasbags on the comics page.
@91 Ukulele Ike: They can’t use the 70’s excuse of smog reducing visibility of the balloon; the use of catalytic converters cleared up California’s big air pollution problem.
@Baja Gaijin: I got deep chills from the first one xD
It felt genuinely spooky. And then Mary wakes up in Slylock’s animalpocalypse! NOOOOO!!!! xD