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Pluggers, 4/5/26

I feel like the way you’d do a panel like this if you thought the overall vibe of the Pluggers comic should be “Pluggers and their foibles! They’re just like us!” would be to have several plugger children and other family members looking disappointed or bored in the background while dad plugger searches for the eggs he hid just a little too well. That’s relatable, and cute! But if your goal for Pluggers is “Pluggers don’t know where they left things, and really can’t remember if they even had the things they’re looking for in the first place, they’re alone and confused and increasingly scared,” then I think you’d do something that looks more like today’s panel.

Mary Worth, 4/5/26

“Busy with my family, my job, my side business…” is a pretty good way to get rid of some near-stranger who has somehow managed to acquire your phone number. It gives no specific information that she can use against you, but implies that you have a number of legitimate reasons why this conversation needs to end as soon as possible, and it’s even sorted so that you make clear that you know your kids are more important than your money-losing hobby of hawking LuLaRoe leggings on Facebook or whatever. Mary’s made of sterner stuff, she’s not going to be shaken off so easy, but I do appreciate the effort being made.

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Luann, 4/2/26

“Oh my gosh,” you’re probably thinking. “Is Luann, the wildly ribald but perversely sexless comic strip about college students, implying that Les and Tara had sex?” No, dummy. She just came over to use and critique Les and Gunther’s bathroom. Remember, young men and women who are attracted to each other do bathroom–adjacent stuff all the time in this comic. It’s what they have instead of sex, I think!

Mary Worth, 4/2/26

“People have limits on which illusions they can accept,” says Toby, steadfastly refusing to turn around and see the pair of parrots eating out of a giant salad bowl on her counter. She needs to believe that this isn’t her life now! That’s the illusion she chooses to accept.

Herb and Jamaal, 4/2/26

Actually, Herb, making a mountain out of a molehill would take a great deal of dirt indeed, as the two are wildly divergent in size. That’s what gives the expression its meaning!

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Judge Parker, 3/31/26

Ha ha, has this ever happened to you? After generations of coexistence with increasingly tame horses, your tribe of steppe pastoralists has finally mastered the art of riding them, and are using this technological advance to impose a reign of terror on neighboring nomadic groups and settled agriculturalists alike. And you’ve certainly come to the conclusion that there’s no point to walking when you can just ride horses! But then — you learn that your horse taming techniques, which you had thought to be a gift from your clan’s protective deities alone, have also been learned by your hated rivals to the east. How dare they? Other people are riding them now? This means war, obviously — a war between two groups on horseback, a war of the sort that the great grasslands across the center of Eurasia have never seen before.

Mary Worth, 3/31/26

I’m trying to figure out who the best person is for Mary to call in to help here and against all odds I think the answer may be Wilbur. Hear me out: You describe to him what Harvey’s been through, and definitely show him a picture of “Trixie.” If Wilbur gets all starry eyed like “Gosh, what a beauty, you did the right thing, Harvey,” then Harvey will see immediately what a dope he was to fall for a trap that could ensnare Charterstone’s biggest idiot. And if Wilbur says, “Wow, you sure got scammed pretty bad, couldn’t be me” — well, then, how humiliating would that be? Surely he’d snap out of it immediately.