Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for December 09, 2008

For crying out loud, he’s not ded yet. Call Jiffy Lube or somebody.

At least they could have put little x’s in the eye sockets in panel two.

Out-witted? Who the heck is he kidding?

DT was diving into the bushes to say his own butt. Trazer - Not ded yet? What’s he waiting for? Taps? Tracy is still holding the head after the arm fried Braces like Bok Choy in the wok. Wake up knucklehead! (Unseen) - Diet Smith still with a woody dreaming about Elsie the Milk Pot.

Why would the big Dick be “ded”? He just had his eye-sensors burned out & fell over … maybe Tracy should have his damaged head replaced with BF’s – that way he’d actually have a weapon that works too ^_^

Yep!

It’s Them danged little thangs that’l git ye !

I just realized that I should clarify that I meant the BIG Dick’s head should be replaced … tho’ on further consideration … hmmm …

Are those Robo-Dick’s wheels in the first panel?

Robo-Dick may not be “ded” yet but this strip might as well be.

LudwigVonDrake says: Are those Robo-Dick’s wheels in the first panel?

Yep, ‘cause he was six-wheeled and MF/BF was four-wheeled.

Not that our friend Locher was the model of consistency. After all, in the first few strips of this “adventure”, both robots were about 20 feet tall. Somehow over time they shrunk to just barely taller than Dick “Screams Like A Girl” Tracy.

Grokenstein says: “Alas, poor Brute Force, we knew him well…” Brilliant!

margueritemPro says: “For crying out loud, he’s not ded yet. Call Jiffy Lube or somebody.” Great idea! I’d also call the Geek Squad. For MF, call Scrapmetal R Us. For mini-Dick, I’m afraid it’ll have to be Merry Maids. But maybe he’ll survive, too. Then we can have all of them together in time for the Christmas card photo.

And in conclusion…is anyone reading Spiderman? That is the most brain-dead plot I have ever seen. And previous plots almost as bad. Yet it’s highly rated. Go figure. (Could it be because of MJ?) DT sparkles in comparison. My opinion.

The Dead Body That Claims It Isn’t: I’m not dead. The Dead Collector: ‘Ere, he says he’s not dead. Large Man with Dead Body: Yes he is. The Dead Body That Claims It Isn’t: I’m not. The Dead Collector: He isn’t. Large Man with Dead Body: Well, he will be soon, he’s very ill. The Dead Body That Claims It Isn’t: I’m getting better. Large Man with Dead Body: No you’re not, you’ll be stone dead in a moment. The Dead Collector: Well, I can’t take him like that. It’s against regulations. The Dead Body That Claims It Isn’t: I don’t want to go on the cart. Large Man with Dead Body: Oh, don’t be such a baby. The Dead Collector: I can’t take him. The Dead Body That Claims It Isn’t: I feel fine. Large Man with Dead Body: Oh, do me a favor. The Dead Collector: I can’t. Large Man with Dead Body: Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won’t be long

If Mecha-Dick just got his lights put out by a laser in the eye, how come he’s almost dead? Talk about a boxer’s “glass jaw”! Mecha-Dick’s Achilles Heel was his sight. Not much of a combat robot, if you ask me! All he had to offer was a mobile Claymore Mine!

Uh Oh!!

Sigh!

Ray C says:

margueritemPro says: “For crying out loud, he’s not ded yet. Call Jiffy Lube or somebody.” Great idea! I’d also call the Geek Squad. For MF, call Scrapmetal R Us. For mini-Dick, I’m afraid it’ll have to be Merry Maids. But maybe he’ll survive, too. Then we can have all of them together in time for the Christmas card photo.

LMAO! Excellent!

IgoPogo2: Where did that come from? Sounds almost like ee cummings, but I’ve never seen it. (Besides, it has capital letters.)

Grokenstein says: “That’s from “Monty Python And The Holy Grail.” Oh, you are missing out on hilarity.” Thanks for the information, Grokenstein. I’m missing out on more than hilarity, I’m afraid.

Please, somebody stick a fork in him and lets move on!