Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for December 11, 2008

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    neonleon59  over 15 years ago

    NOW we get why Diet sent Tracy out on a wild robot chase - he’s hittin’ on Tess!

    “Well, hello, Tess, my dear, I’ve got two cartons of milk all strawed up and waiting on my desk…”

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    margueritem  over 15 years ago

    Uh oh, Tess on line one….

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    wndrwrthg  over 15 years ago

    Aha! The plot sickens.

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    LudwigVonDrake  over 15 years ago

    Wow! In the course of one day time moved about 6 or 7 hours.

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    Akenta  over 15 years ago

    Does Tess signal a new story arc? I haven’t been following this strip too long (well at least arc-wise). Judge Parker is about to wrap up its story arc too, and I’m curious which one will finish first.

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    HankF  over 15 years ago

    I always use the phone at the back of my head, dont you?

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    Morrow Cummings  over 15 years ago

    Barf!

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    Ray_C  over 15 years ago

    Diet Smith owns a pole lamp?

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    sydney  over 15 years ago

    I was just quietly complaining on how long it was taking Locher to wrap up this tale.Then I groaned, in this age of modern Wristgeenee devices Liz(z) uses a Cellphone to talk to Tracy. Diet, the devices creator uses one too. I groaned again.The Author displays them as if they are cutting edge advances over the Wristgeenee. How quaint! Then, I noted what appears to be a packed suitcase by Diet’s desk (perhaps as Locher regresses,I too to keep cynchronized should have called it a “grip” ?)If so, is Diet about to travel? Are we about to see the Space Coupe coming out of mothballs? Is it destination Venus ? But no! Locher like his deciple Matt is a “back-in-times” man.And wheeled Robots that can’t climb steps, is just about as modern as our Author is likely to get.

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    bassmanbob  over 15 years ago

    (Couldn’t help myself,,,, sorry!)

    Tracy felt he was losing his audience. “How can I stop them from leaving”, he franticly worried. Hoping to create excitement, Tracy tried speaking while performing an old ballet routine he used to do when he was in high school. “Traze-R saved us all”. He said in sing song while on his tippy toes. “And our security”, Brad managed to say while losing his battle to keep a straight face.

    Satisfied that his ballet routine was a success, Tracy reluctantly made the call he knew he needed to make. “Hello Chief. Our robot won the day”. Tracy mumbled in as monotone a voice he could muster. Lizz was thrilled. That dingbat Tracy didn’t destroy her robot. Perhaps her plans for Traze-R weren’t completely lost. “Great, Tracy. I want to pass on the good news to Diet Smith”. Lizz quickly hung up, not wanting to talk to Dick any longer then she needed to. Diet was already at his desk in his office, unable to get back to sleep after Tracy woke him up. He was still angry at Tracy for ending his wonderful dream with Bessie the cow. He went to work hoping to clear his mind. He was halfway through his second carton of milk when his cell phone rang. “Dang it, what does she want from me now”? Diet spat out loud. He despised Tess every since that day years ago when she refused to wear the milk maid outfit he bought her for his private birthday party. He hated himself for hoping that one day she would change her mind. “Sigh, better put on the charm”. He thought. “Well, hello Tess, my dear”.

    To be continued………Maybe……………..

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    Morrow Cummings  over 15 years ago

    Tracy needs to jack his britches up a little higher so his white socks show more and the crotch puts him 2 octaves higher.

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    Ray_C  over 15 years ago

    I don’t see the suitcase, Sydney. It looks like all desk to me, going from his right into infinity in the lower right side of the panel. I notice he has a landline phone on his desk, also. No laptop, though. Maybe that’s because he can’t form a lap.

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    Maxine_Viller  over 15 years ago

    The “suitcase” is an optical illusion. It’s in the section of desk with the two milk cartons. If you squint, the arm of Diet’s chair becomes the handle of the grip, and the milk cartons sort of turn into travel stickers. I don’t think this was intentional, though…

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    Morrow Cummings  over 15 years ago

    Maxine, howcum it is always the female of the species that straightens things out? I wuz wonderin’ the same thing myself. I couldn’t figger out where the “grip” wuz, but assumed it’s there.

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    Saucy1121 Premium Member over 15 years ago

    Go over to Comics Sherpa and check out Dark Side of the Horse. www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=csizb This is my first try at posting a link, so not sure if it will work.

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    mjmsprt40  over 15 years ago

    Maybe Diet built both robots and sold the evil one to Braces? It wouldn’t be the first time somebody worked both sides of the law.

    Down in the Florida area, certain boat builders did this. They sold fast boats to the police and at least as fast boats to the drug runners. It’s quite lucrative to do this, from what I read.

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    jkersten  over 15 years ago

    Sydney-

    MPH does not even read the comments here, much less contribute. Most of the posters don’t even know WHO you are talking about. Just thought you should know the FACTS.

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    countoftowergrove  over 15 years ago

    Trazr saved all of us? Hold on there Babbalouie! If Tracy hadn’t taken a pot shot at Magnum Force, he wouldn’t have put himself in needless harm. And out security? Yes those Genisis guards kept MF and Braces (who looked amazingly like Beavis)from storming the office.

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