Seems it’s another Monday morning and another new page, with Bunz & Katz in another tight jam – or perhaps just squeezed a bit…
Aw, gee… for a ruthless, planet-destroying li’l Space-Alien Invader, Bunz is just so dang innocent…
Or maybe this charming display of naiveté is all just a ploy to rattle Phil and give Bunz and Katz the psychological advantage in some hard bargaining…
I dunno, that “space craft” looks a lot to me like the NUCLEAR SUB!!! with launchable POLARIS MISSILES!!! and TORPEDOES!!! (and a working periscope!) that we used to see on the back covers of comic books. That baby could be all ours for a measly $6.98! I wanted one of those babies SOOO bad.
Yeah it was a cardboard rip-off. And speaking of rip offs, Bunz and her shorts seem to be experiencing temporary technical difficulties. Fortunately that very kind man was willing to lend her a replacement. Such a heart of gold he has. Bless him.
Phil is just trying to reimburse Bunz for the delightful eyeful she gave him when she said her jeans got ripped on the ices wagon.
Reason she’s having so much trouble getting those pedal pushers up is because she forgot to take the skates off first.
Dang DW, she’s straining mightily to haul those things up. She tugs any harder and something’s gonna give – and she’ll be doing the rest of the strip for the rest of the strip! (Not to mention giving herself an aneurysm.) Maybe Phil’s got a barrel and a pair of suspenders lying around.
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