1-JUAN DECARLO: DAMN! Another JST wannabe interrupting my day. I’ll just humor him… Very realistic, Mr. Trustworthy.
DT: Huh? I’m Dick Tracy and I’m looking for Vera.
2-JUAN: Well, here’s where he would be if he was here. As you can see – he’s not. DT: Maybe he’s in the toilet.
3-JUAN: Nope. We have a single unisex toilet and he wasn’t in there when I dropped one just before you came in.
DT: UNISEX! THIS COUNTRY IS GOING TO HELL! BOYS AND GIRLS IN THE SAME BATHROOM! I need a Calmgar (patent pending).
4-JUAN: Vera did tell me that he and Horny were going to Stan Lee’s house on the day he disappeared…
5-…and that he expected to return later that day but he never did. That seems unusual now that I think about it.
DT: Really? Hmmm. No. There’s probably a reasonable explanation. Oh wait. I remember now. Vera and Horny ran off and got married on their way back from Stan Lee’s house. No worries. See ya around, Juan.
JUAN: That would be a big relief if I had been worried about it. I wasn’t…
I would not like working for you! Harsh! Maybe Vera didn’t ever want her questioning anything he ever did so she learned not to. Maybe she just enjoys the fact that he’s not around but she’s still getting paid.
I agree that it’s unusual to have employees willing to commit crimes especially now that (according to one political party), people aren’t willing to work at all because the government is paying them more to stay at home.
He should forget “chivalrous” and instead just go for a SHIV! (I thought all prisoners started working on a shiv as soon as they get locked up)
…head. OH. You meant “lead” as “leed”
Mysta just needed someone to ♪♫ leeeeeeeeeeeean on.♪♫ (See how tired she is in the last panel?
Tracy has hat-hair.
Beach volleyball on the other hand could hold daily interest. Because of the exciting spikes and serves of course.
I remember a NatLamp story that was the opposite of that – a teenage boy suddenly had a vagina which, being a teenage boy, both fascinated him and amazed him at its ability to achieve multiple orgasms. He nearly died when his motorcycle, when kept at high throttle, helped him reach those multiples.
Strange what the brain can recall that serves no purpose at all.