As we wander through this thing called life, there are some mysteries to which we may never find the answer – and then, there are others which are simply not worth worrying about… Such a dilemma seemingly now faces our dimorphic duo, as their choices are narrowed down from the pointless or to the obscure… Or how many old Movie & TV bulgemobiles are there in this impound lot anyway??
Aside from Katz’s obvious obsession with old movies and TV sitcoms, I am struck by Bunz’s astonished expression in the final panel… Verily, her stockings have rolled down in shock! Could it be that her first sight of the beloved scout craft has overwhelmed her with feelings of awe and reverence for the mighty Nega-Fleet? Or is her reaction due to the memory of months or years cooped up in the tiny confines of the craft as it fell toward Dirt, and being force-fed an endless succession of broadcasts of Astro Boy, Sailor Moon and (shudder) Dragonball Z? Could it be that she is struck dumb by glorious improvements to her long-lost craft, which has now been embellished with a new paint job, a fresh coat of Simonize and a fox-tail on the antenna?
Probably got blessed near everything of importance stripped off by bangers or tweakers.
In order to make Bunz lose her thigh-highs it must be something truly appalling. (Anybody else ever notice how dapper this ersatz-feminine alien usually is when left to her own devices?) Now I can’t imagine the stalwart guardians of the police impound yard letting just anybody wander through and do whatever to their charges – so it must be something well beyond the mundane to shock the stockings off our heroine. Something earth shattering. Something really, really double plus bad. Something unique, cosmically tragic and totally, utterly unforeseen while at the same time ironic and hilariously comedic in the manner to which we have become accustomed in this strip.
Okay Quagman – ball’s in your court.
Police impound yard attendants (if there are any) are usually the laziest, most useless cops on the force. Especially in very large cities. They are second only to evidence locker and records room clerks (tie). All have usually been hurt on the job, and this is all they are capable of doing. Remember, the gate was ajar, and NO sign of an attendant in sight. Soooo, anything conceivable, and probably at least a couple of things nearly impossible probably did happen to the scout craft. My guess, upon reflection, is either the mime or the mean little kid are squatting in the thing!
Are you sir, insinuating that our dedicated public servants, entrusted with the powers to carry out the civic duties for which they are so handsomely paid out of the peoples treasuries, are NOT keenly observing the protocols laid out for them in our sacred laws which have been enacted by our learned and democratically elected representatives and upheld by over 200 years of jurisprudence?
If so, I got some beachfront property in Florida you can have for a steal… (my steal, not yours).
Oh how I weep for the jaded denizens of this modern age of cynicism and mistrust. There is a pestilence upon this land. Nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress at this period in history. Alas Babylon.
And I know a guy who has a bridge for sale!
I love the way her socks are falling down!
I don’t know about the socks. But I was rather shocked that with well over 100 years of manufacturing them, Ford Motor Co. is ceasing the domestic production of [conventional] cars. No more Ford Torus or the like. Only trucks or SUV’s. Supply and demand I guess.
Probably concentrating on the “macho market,” since they can’t compete with the solid and practical family cars being produced by Japan. Now, if they would only go back to the good old 1950s sales tactic of changing body styles every year, instead of imitating the universal “streamlined tennis shoe” look like everybody else, they’d probably sell like Fords again… witness the sales of the PT Cruiser, a retro-bread-truck design that nonetheless took off, because it was at least different!
That might be nice to see individuality among cars on the American road again but what we are seeing is the result of the CAFE standards and the aerodynamic, low weight designs that mathematically must follow. Now if they could just come up with a cheap, efficient, non-polluting fuel…
Just think. The only limits to what a car could look like would be safety and imagination.
Dibs on the Deusenberg roadster!
Oh I would SO get myself a Stutz Bearcat repro in a New York second. Remember the show “Bearcats”? I wanna hit the back roads of the great American west in my non-fossil fuel burning, stuff-your-CAFE-standards-where-the-sun-don’t-shine Bearcat! Damnit science! Get your ass in gear!
The Bearcat II (about 1980), was a muscle car that the hero from the Japanese manga series “Big O” (giant robot), would have loved to tool down a distopic future world — looking for ways to set things right. I believe that the Big O robot was [so large], that the hero could drive his ride into one of its feet.
1980? Nah. I was talking Bearcat circa ~1915.
My apologies to anyone within rock throwing distance and also to good ol’ Charlie Dodgson too – as there won’t be any new B&K strip this week… Y’see I’ve been busy with the May calendar, which nominally features a visit to Wonderland for Bunz and the Cheshire Katz, where while inadvertently taking part in the Maddest of Tea Parties, they get stuck with the Bill…
The shocked grimace on the Cheshire Katz shows that he has just realized that in a Party like this, the ones who Get Stuck With the Bill are those least able to pay it…
Ha. Bravo. Political satire in the tradition of Punch.
I wonder at Bunz expression. She was ready for a few bends and dents here or there in her ship. She was ready for random parts being missing. But would she be ready for her ship being spread out in an “exploded view” and all the components being tentatively labeled. Clear evidence that someone was trying to back engineer what their fleet consisted of. But who? Who would have the interest? Who would have a very clear motive? And who would have the required gray matter to even try such a feat?
You don’t take Batguy’s livelihood away. His sense of social function. And then allow him only to be pied in the face on a dumb kid show, just to pay his bills. And then think that his extensive training in crime fighting, won’t seek after some form of justice. Potentially invading and destroying a planet, and reducing what’s left into components of stew (as Bunz & Katz said to whoever was listening) just might be considered a criminal intent. No one believed them, even should they carry an “End Days Sign” of what they planned. But Bat guy might entertain such a thought after having his entire life trashed — and after getting a Bat-signal or Bat-phone call to check out some weird technology. Even though out of work, people would remember that in better days he was both a detective and a master of technology. And if you are a friend, and see someone you know who is down and out — wouldn’y you steer a lead their way?
Still breathlessly awaiting the punch line, the pay off pitch, the denouement of this little drama. Expectations are running HIGH.
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