Honorable Manchu Wok Now Presiding
Oh, Family Circus, why do you torture me so? Not just your lame-ness and your too-cutesy by half children, but why can't you put your Sunday strips online in a timely manner? I just want to make fun of them as soon as I can without resulting to scanning in an unreadable copy. Is that too much to ask?
HA HA! He's taking them to the FOOD court. Get it? They all look so worried in the first panel that you might think they are concerned he actually IS going to take them to a real, actual court of law (and you could tell this if this weren't just a crappy scan). OK, so the kids fall for his stupid joke, but, Thelma? Does she really think he's going to sue the pants off the lot of them?
Noisy and unruly I get -- they're kids for crying out loud. But "extravagant?" What does that mean Daddy? It means you are going to be VERY POPULAR when your ass is sitting in prison, Jeffy. Gah! Family Circus really does bring out the demons in my soul.
Hey, why isn't the dad offering to help carry something? Even little P.J. has his arms full. And dad can't carry a thing? Oh, that's right:
It's because he has his camera. On a trip to the mall. Yeah. Wants to make sure he gets a visual record of the day spent at the Baby Gap and Kay-Bee toys. Seriously. Why does he bring his camera on a trip to THE MALL? To the zoo, circus, park, baseball game . . . these I'd understand. The mall?
Of course, it's not just any old mall. It's the
Reading this in my paper I thought it was the Blossom Mall, but, no . . . it's Blessem. The Family Circus, God Blessem!
posted by big al at 6:41 PM
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Another Family Circus that's really about Bil Keane's embittered marriage. Oh Ho! During their morning mall walk he talked about taking her to "court," but it turned out it was just about Cinnabon for breakfast! That rascal!
The "Blessem" mall absolutely killed me on Sunday. For example, I cannot think of a single thing to say that would catch the utter lameness of that name any more than the strip already has... A vocational counselor I once saw described this moment as an "inner kill."
Those Keane kids haven't experienced their inner kills, though. Dad just has to take them to the food court and they're bouncing off the floor with giddy delight. By contrast, any real father who schleps into a food court with four cranky, exhausted kids is running insane risks.
Why don't they have strollers? Any logical family with kids that age would have at least two strollers . . . but, that's right. I forget the keanes haven't seen actual children in decades.
Blessem-Mall - get it?
Bless 'em all.
Oh sweet Fudgey the Whale make it stop.
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