And so, as what remains of our story swirls down the Plug ‘Ole, we may pause to reflect upon what we have learned from all this… Such as: If you don’t want it all screwed up, Hire the right person for the job… or perhaps, don’t hire illegal aliens, especially ones from waaaayyyy out of town… Or maybe we have learned little or nothing from all this – which wouldn’t overly surprise me…
Well at least Glueface put down the rampaging clown. And also gave him another reason to use the prison dental plan — this time maybe for some more normal looking choppers.
This version of Batguy doesn’t so much melt into the darkness of the night, but apparently into a shadow on the floor. Still keeping with the scary theme of the bat-types though.
Well um… due to copyright consternations, the costumed winged rodent guy is standing just off panel so that we only see his shadow… You notice how Crunn is looking at him and not the shadow?
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Egad! Poor Frankie got his seams ripped… And as for Glueface, he was engulfed by the very slimy substance which gave him his alias, his motivation, his raison d’etre, his schtick… the horror! The horror! And alas for little Poison Sumac (known as “Scratchy Sue” to her friends, if she only had any), fossilized in a glob of ancient glue before she had a chance to go to seed for the first time… but as for the Clown Crumb of Crime, wot the hell… he never could get a laugh anyhow.
Humph! Go away for a couple of weeks and everything gets wrapped up! Bats back, baddies banished and Bunz bountifully benefited. (we assume – which is a dangerous thing in comic-land) Things are looking up for our wayward duo. They’re about to get the fat cash, the pay off, the sugar in the tay! – then Uncle Sam steps in for his cut. They might have enough left to last until their next adventure. Maybe.
Well,as to whether Bunz & Katz are in the gravy, or in the glue, remains to be seen… note the Venerable Crunn has said that (Hmnk) the temp proved “somewhat unsuitable” and that “All concerned” were encased in one great glob of mucilaginous rubble… Granted, the bludgeoning of the ScareCow is indicative of something, but that could have occurred either before or after the glutinous debacle in the Abandoned Glue Factory… the broken plunger was presented as a type of the weapon used, “such as,” not necessarily the actual weapon involved… and even if it were, the bludgeoning could have been undertaken by a bereaved Katz avenging his fallen and beglobbed superior… (You have noted that Katz was mysteriously absent during the aforesaid debacle)…
What?!? Our adorable alien anti-heroine immured forever in a solid block of glue-goo like a fly in amber? Will she be a paleontology project for some ruin delving, far future, undergrad scientist wanna be? Is Katz doomed to wander the earth sad and alone until his fusion conversion power plant finally wears out? Don’t you know all of this stuff has to end on some kind of wacky cliff-hanger?
Tune in next week etc, etc, etc…
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