From the Way Back Machine, Original Oop
(14) Alley Oop 03/22 to 03/29/1933; no 03/26, Sunday [h/t LususNaturae]
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G. M. O. T. !
Doc sure loves his hot dogs . . .
Enough with the dumb food jokes! Sheesh.
Alternate Alley Oop Chapter 23 “Alley Oop Space Rebel” (526) 2/22/2019 Friday
Running on ahead, Alley has all his senses keened to anything out of the ordinary. Out of the ordinary for this forest, that is. And he nearly runs into it!
A chain link fence with blue insulators and that hum tells him its electrified! A tall fence at that at least 7 ft tall. “Found a fence, electrified, blocks our way into some buildings behind it.”
“Hold on, we’ll be right there!” Capt. Medusa told him.
In the mean time Alley is wondering how to get in. “We aren’t going through it, that’s for sure.”
2/22/2019 “Oli Oli Oxenfree” (2019)
“Al right, lets move out!” Was Jon Dravin’s signal to follow him. Filodor work is a back pack and carried the ammunition for the big gun that Dravin is carrying. Ammunition powerful enough to blow holes through 2 inches of flint steel.
“My legs are already hurting.” Filodor complained.
“Buck up man, we’ve barely started the hunt.” Jon said enthusiastically and turned to move into the deep wood with vigorous stride. Filodor just grumbled and stumbled after him.
The Sixth Voyage: The River of Gems (799 A.D.)
The rocky, boulder strewn area did make it a bit harder to walk, though the Naga guide managed to slither over with little or no problem her lower snake-like body. She has been with them since they started on this voyage of discovery. (They discovered more than anticipated.) “It isn’t much further”, S’a’dhi told them with a smile on her blue face, showing a little fang as she did of her dazzling white teeth.The 3 scientists in the future are anxious as well.
Historian Dr Cox & geologist Dr Copperhead with Doc Wonmug in the present.
You need cow dogs to herd cows. You need sheep dogs to herd sheep. But you don’t need corn dogs to herd corn. That’s why they end up on a stick.
It’s possible that Abe is Oola’s great (X 100,000, or so) grand son. Same goes for the corn-dog seller. And, for Wonmug too.
Hey, this is George’s day! Abe should not be stealing his thunder!
Where are all the tourists?
Questions: Why does Doc want 12 corn dogs? Why a San Francisco story…is it because the author lives about 15 minutes across the bay in Oakland, CA? Comment: If the author knows the San Francisco/Oakland area well, this could be fun…unless it turns out to be all about food.
Can someone please pay the “creative” people working on this strip enough that they can afford food and be able to think about something else for more than 2 days in a row? They are so obsessed with food you would think there was a famine where they lived and they can only imagine what food is like.
I’m trying to figure out how corn dogs are connected with Lincoln, but for the life of me, I really don’t see one.
Oop and Oola sure know a lot about what – to them – is “future history”.
12? Wonder how they’re intended to be divided up? You know, 4 each for our intrepid (insipid?) trio would seem a good guess, but I’m thinking: Doc wolfs down six, leaving, oh, three each for the other two, or, Alley takes four and Ooola gets two, or, or, or…………the possibilities are, are, areeeeeee…..?
This has become a horrible read .
Oh please,we need more adventure like Alley Oop should be.
Yesterday’s gag about caused me to gag. This used to be entertaining, but the storyline now isn’t even interesting or realistic for a comic strip. And the humor is juvenile, lame and slapstick. Waiting for some actual and much needed writing and art improvement.
This has nothing to do with Alley Oop but Jimmy Johnson had had an interesting post in his blog yesterday, commenting on his 3/11/16 strip:
“These days, I find myself drawing hybrid cartoons. In the past, for more than a hundred years, comic strips were designed to be black and white. The Sunday funnies were an exception, of course, but that is what made them seem like a special treat, largely, I would argue, because they were something different, not better. The vast majority of cartoons were drawn in black and white, and many were works of art. Even the grays on our printed page were–are–really patterns of black and white. If you drew cartoons or any line art for publication, you came to think that way. Today, not only is there the Web, many newspapers print comic strips in color seven days a week. Still, hard as it might be to believe, a majority of readers see their comics in a newspaper that still prints only in black and white. So, what do I mean by hybrid? In the above, Arlo and Janis are heavily silhouetted in the penultimate panel as they catch the last rays of the dying sun. In the last panel, I knew I’d be adding a color that would depict the onset of deep twilight, some shade of purple. So, I went that way instead of shading them gray as I probably would have done in the day when everything was black and white. Serving two masters, if you will. This is a complicated and interesting subject. I probably shouldn’t have brought it up, because I don’t have time to do it justice. Maybe we’ll come back to it soon.”
I’m just happy Doc didn’t find a street vendor selling rabbit stew…
Can this comic get any dumber????
I’ve heard of hot dog stands, but corndogs? I’m not saying that it’s a bad idea, I’ve just never seen one.