Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for October 01, 2010

“He’ll call in if there’s trouble.” Unless a mugger steals his Wrist Geenee. And isn’t it a good thing he didn’t leave it in his cap?

“Homeless guys just don’t give money away.” Is there an echo in here? And what are the odds that he’s holding a newspaper over his head, and when he looks at it tomorrow the headline will give him another vital clue?

Meanwhile it’s good to see that Testicle Chin and Liz are using other means of investigation to help Thick solve the case, whatever that may be.

Sure, he’ll call in if there’s trouble. Unless of course if he happens to be in a cage with a tiger or running scared through a science museum or…

And in point of fact, homeless guys do give away money. I know because I once responded to a panhandler’s request by claiming I had no money. I must have looked or sounded quite pitiful, because he said, “Oh. Would you like some?”

It would give this arc a wonderful sense of irony if, when Thick finally locates the mysterious benefactor, he discovers him surrounded not by the impoverished homeless but by well-to-do people who are performing desperate acts of charity to snag some of that money. It could look every bit as funny as Abbie Hoffman’s classic Wall Street prank.

Speaking of streets, what could be at the intersection of Jefferson and Ewing? D-cubed’s business headquarters?

If it turns out that Mullet Head was in fact D-cubed, we’ll have to wonder why Thick didn’t recognize him.

Rightwingmoron, he’s out in the rain to show his grit and determination during his epic trek through downtown Nappingville to Jefferson & Ewing. He’ll arrive Saturday morning and discover that whatever business is there has closed for the weekend.

Maybe, for variety, tomorrow he’ll meet the same woman who on 22 August complained about getting the homeless off the streets and out of the alleys. (And now that I think of it, that encounter could be more evidence that Homeless Guy is in fact D-cubed, assuming Locher is aware of the concept of irony.)

Well I guess we can see it’s quite plain Thick doesn’t have the sense to come in from the rain Wandering the wet streets of Naperville town Where we all hope that he soon will drown Through all his haze and confusion He finally reaches a conclusion “The homeless do not have money to give Which explains how they live” When danger rears its ugly head And our dear defective is filled with dread Will he again prove to be a big weenie And not use his handy wrist Geenee So will he run through the streets Making those sheep like bleats Or will in a ball do curl And scream just like a little girl If you come back tomorrow for more of the same Remember you have only yourself to blame.

Thank you Bill T. and marvee.

Wow, that monsoon sure came up suddenly.

Macy’s gonna blow his cover when he gets there. His Wrist Geenie is going to blurt out so everyone can hear, “CALLING ALL CARS ! THE HOT LIGHT IS ON AT KRISPY KREME !”

wrist geenee? geewilikers - i thought it was a two-way wrist radio that he never uses.

What good is his wrist geenee with only 9 keys?

Not smart enough to come in out of the rain

“Ward, I’m worried about the Beaver.”

“There, there, June, he’s a big boy and has enough sense to phone home. Remember he decided to go grocery shopping all by himself! What could go wrong?”

“Golly, Wally, I hear there’s a cool guy giving away money!”

You can rely on Dick to use his wrist weenie.

Homeless people find it had to seek shleter from the rain. There’s only so much space under bridges. in doorways, etc. Some just have to “bare” it. But homeless people also don’t have fancy electronic gizmos on their wrists. Someone may get suspicious.