Yes, he minds, you pervert! What are ya gonna do if he says no? And what are ya gonna do if he doesn’t have a butterfly tattoo? Gonna say “Oops, my mistake, you can’t be D-cubed because his wife seduced me and told me he has a big butterfly tattoo on his front shoulder?” How much will it take to convince Thick that Mrs. D’ishonest lied?
Panel #2 makes D-cubed look like Bela Lugosi in “White Zombie.”
Now, Thick, show your badge and identify yourself as a cop. Convince D-cubed that you are not a hired gun sent to finish the job that Butterfly McCorpse bungled. Otherwise Chico and Harpo will be justified in stuffing you into the fire, thereby making a complete ash of you.
Thick, desperate for an excuse to bust D-cubed, tries to incite a riot, knowing that Testicle Chin, Horn Hair and the Keystone Kops will show up to save his posterior. D-cubed will escape in the confusion, thereby allowing this so-called story to drag on until Locher retires. Meanwhile nobody except the witnesses will accuse him of entrapment.
It is stupid for a cop to harrass a man who can buy all the lawyers he wants. Thick, they’re playing your song:
Thick is best described in Netnanny-friendly terms as a collapsible container for the application of feminine hygiene fluids. Or, perhaps, as a bananoid-shaped object used in totally-individuated practice for reproduction.
Okay, he needs ironclad proof that D-cubed does not have a butterfly tattoo on his front shoulder; this will prove that Mrs. D’isingenuous lied and let him arrest her for obstructing justice. He may even claim that he was suspicious of her all along,given her contradictory statements and inappropriate laughter. But before this charade Thick could have done a Google image search for recent pictures of D-cubed at leisure. One picture of him at a swimming pool would have established whether or not he had a tattoo.
For that matter, Thick could have asked the long-vanished Sue Doko. Or–given how long he’s searched for D-cubed–he could have spent five minutes in reassuring conversation before springing that question.
Tracy, never subtle, makes a big scene
Scowling, he’s looking really mean
Accusations and demands he begins to shout
Proving again he is nothing but a lout
Driven by power, feels he should get his way
It matters not to him, what they may have to say
Outnumbered he is, by three bums to one
Wonder if he remembered to carry a gun
As stories go, this one is the pits
I’ve seen more action and excitement over at Zits
Dragging on, this insufferable excuse for strip
Clutches us all in its unrelenting grip
Drawn here, we become cynical and jaded
About the copper whose fame has long since faded
Watching and waiting for his ultimate demise
Hoping against hope that his star will again rise
But forlornly we plod through each day
Wondering why, for this, someone would pay
But Locher blithely cashes his check
All the while turning out this sordid drek.
This isn’t Dick Tracy, it’s some pod person created by aliens. And it looks like a Monty Python skit; if that’s Karl Marx, as barticle35 asked, the other guy could be Lenin. Uprising in Nappingville! Aux barricades! Liberte, egalite, sorority! Viva la difference! Speaking of which, where *is* Sue Doko?
Do you suppose Spacy wants him to open his coat so he can pee on the wall? Seems like every arc has at least one instance of someone peeing on the wall, haven’t had that yet this time around.
You people are incredibly funny! I stopped looking at the strips a week ago.Partly because they rehash the story so much that it takes six days to move ahead one step, but mostly to read the hysterical comments.
Bill Thompson, I don’t know what you do for a living, but if it’s something other than a comedy writer, you’ve missed your calling.
Some syndicate should be publishing this stuff. It’s like MST3K on steroids!
Old Tracy, if my guess is correct for a change (it is hard work to out-stupid this strip) we won’t reach the duck-and-cower point until the third week of November. That phase will last well into December, to be followed by Thick’s inevitable mediocre puns at the denouement, then some Christmas barfing when Thick is congratulated for a job well done, and a few panels to congratulate Locher on his retirement..
The real question is, whose gunplay will make Thick cry for his mommy? Mrs. D’oubletalker? Sue Doko? An army of the homeless, led and financed by D-cubed? Why do I get the feeling that Locher wants to end his career with an apocalyptic struggle between Thick and Think?
With any luck on 1 January 2011 we’ll get a new artist and writer. We’ll see Dick Tracy wake up in bed with Suzanne Pleshette and say “Honey, you won’t believe the nightmare I just had!”
I just realized, Doubleheader got something right today! Lookit the fire barrel! Locher & Brozman have the smoke going UP!!! Simon Penn can now come out and squeal with the same delight that Thick hopes to express when he compares D-cubed to Mrs. D’cougar!
BillThompson, everyone here who fondly remembers the real Dick Tracy (who not-so-mysteriously vanished soon after Max Collins was replaced as the writer of this strip) has been hoping and waiting for the real Tracy to finally wake up in the hospital from his decade-and-a-half-long coma and say “Ugh, what a horrible nightmare I’ve been through!”
Of course, that has no chance of happening until a new (and better) writer is assigned to the strip. It may never happen at all, but we can still dream while waiting for this nightmare to end…
Steve Bartholomew almost 14 years ago
OMG, it’s Karl Marx himself! Or is it Groucho?
FLIGHT SUIT almost 14 years ago
Dick’s still cruising.
Vista Bill Raley and Comet™ almost 14 years ago
Flight Suit said, “Dick’s still cruising.”
If Tracy isn’t careful, he’ll be cruising all right! Cruising for a bruising. Those homeless street people are tough!
Fusnr almost 14 years ago
Smoke & Fire is brewing. Hope thats wood burning and not bags of money.
Bill Thompson almost 14 years ago
Yes, he minds, you pervert! What are ya gonna do if he says no? And what are ya gonna do if he doesn’t have a butterfly tattoo? Gonna say “Oops, my mistake, you can’t be D-cubed because his wife seduced me and told me he has a big butterfly tattoo on his front shoulder?” How much will it take to convince Thick that Mrs. D’ishonest lied?
Panel #2 makes D-cubed look like Bela Lugosi in “White Zombie.”
Now, Thick, show your badge and identify yourself as a cop. Convince D-cubed that you are not a hired gun sent to finish the job that Butterfly McCorpse bungled. Otherwise Chico and Harpo will be justified in stuffing you into the fire, thereby making a complete ash of you.
Bill Thompson almost 14 years ago
Thick, desperate for an excuse to bust D-cubed, tries to incite a riot, knowing that Testicle Chin, Horn Hair and the Keystone Kops will show up to save his posterior. D-cubed will escape in the confusion, thereby allowing this so-called story to drag on until Locher retires. Meanwhile nobody except the witnesses will accuse him of entrapment.
It is stupid for a cop to harrass a man who can buy all the lawyers he wants. Thick, they’re playing your song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxlanfx_91M
JCFremont almost 14 years ago
Sadly, barticle, that guy may be Groucho, but Dick is still a Zeppo. And remember, *Dick is a Zeppo, but Zeppo was not a dick.
*Old jungle saying. In the Bandar tongue, of course.
Sorry. Wrong strip.
Dkram almost 14 years ago
Dick, shut up and enjoy the fire.
\\//_
Bill Thompson almost 14 years ago
Thick is best described in Netnanny-friendly terms as a collapsible container for the application of feminine hygiene fluids. Or, perhaps, as a bananoid-shaped object used in totally-individuated practice for reproduction.
Okay, he needs ironclad proof that D-cubed does not have a butterfly tattoo on his front shoulder; this will prove that Mrs. D’isingenuous lied and let him arrest her for obstructing justice. He may even claim that he was suspicious of her all along,given her contradictory statements and inappropriate laughter. But before this charade Thick could have done a Google image search for recent pictures of D-cubed at leisure. One picture of him at a swimming pool would have established whether or not he had a tattoo.
For that matter, Thick could have asked the long-vanished Sue Doko. Or–given how long he’s searched for D-cubed–he could have spent five minutes in reassuring conversation before springing that question.
wndrwrthg almost 14 years ago
Tracy, never subtle, makes a big scene Scowling, he’s looking really mean Accusations and demands he begins to shout Proving again he is nothing but a lout Driven by power, feels he should get his way It matters not to him, what they may have to say Outnumbered he is, by three bums to one Wonder if he remembered to carry a gun As stories go, this one is the pits I’ve seen more action and excitement over at Zits Dragging on, this insufferable excuse for strip Clutches us all in its unrelenting grip Drawn here, we become cynical and jaded About the copper whose fame has long since faded Watching and waiting for his ultimate demise Hoping against hope that his star will again rise But forlornly we plod through each day Wondering why, for this, someone would pay But Locher blithely cashes his check All the while turning out this sordid drek.
Bill Thompson almost 14 years ago
Thank you, Wonder Warthog, for another good poem.
This isn’t Dick Tracy, it’s some pod person created by aliens. And it looks like a Monty Python skit; if that’s Karl Marx, as barticle35 asked, the other guy could be Lenin. Uprising in Nappingville! Aux barricades! Liberte, egalite, sorority! Viva la difference! Speaking of which, where *is* Sue Doko?
flanders22 almost 14 years ago
Whatever, Dick Tracy is one tough cookie. He’s been around for some 80’s years. Those bums just better watch it.
OldTracy almost 14 years ago
Looks like we are getting close to the point in every story where Spacy runs away in terror.
Lyons Group, Inc. almost 14 years ago
This is the REAL reason why I came back to strip! Just for the harsh comments (which are true) witty banters, and the usual daily poetry!
billdi Premium Member almost 14 years ago
yeah maybe they’ll pummel him before he runs away. that’ll be good.
veldy almost 14 years ago
Do you suppose Spacy wants him to open his coat so he can pee on the wall? Seems like every arc has at least one instance of someone peeing on the wall, haven’t had that yet this time around.
radiosports almost 14 years ago
You people are incredibly funny! I stopped looking at the strips a week ago.Partly because they rehash the story so much that it takes six days to move ahead one step, but mostly to read the hysterical comments.
Bill Thompson, I don’t know what you do for a living, but if it’s something other than a comedy writer, you’ve missed your calling.
Some syndicate should be publishing this stuff. It’s like MST3K on steroids!
btmosley almost 14 years ago
http://joshreads.com/?cat=-1
Commentary from today’s Comics Curmudgeon.
Bill Thompson almost 14 years ago
Old Tracy, if my guess is correct for a change (it is hard work to out-stupid this strip) we won’t reach the duck-and-cower point until the third week of November. That phase will last well into December, to be followed by Thick’s inevitable mediocre puns at the denouement, then some Christmas barfing when Thick is congratulated for a job well done, and a few panels to congratulate Locher on his retirement..
The real question is, whose gunplay will make Thick cry for his mommy? Mrs. D’oubletalker? Sue Doko? An army of the homeless, led and financed by D-cubed? Why do I get the feeling that Locher wants to end his career with an apocalyptic struggle between Thick and Think?
With any luck on 1 January 2011 we’ll get a new artist and writer. We’ll see Dick Tracy wake up in bed with Suzanne Pleshette and say “Honey, you won’t believe the nightmare I just had!”
Bill Thompson almost 14 years ago
I just realized, Doubleheader got something right today! Lookit the fire barrel! Locher & Brozman have the smoke going UP!!! Simon Penn can now come out and squeal with the same delight that Thick hopes to express when he compares D-cubed to Mrs. D’cougar!
Bill Thompson almost 14 years ago
No, wait, it ain’t smoke, it’s Neon Noodle in a clever disguise! NEON NOODLE! That fire barrel really is a red menace! Run for your life, Thick!
Maxine_Viller almost 14 years ago
BillThompson, everyone here who fondly remembers the real Dick Tracy (who not-so-mysteriously vanished soon after Max Collins was replaced as the writer of this strip) has been hoping and waiting for the real Tracy to finally wake up in the hospital from his decade-and-a-half-long coma and say “Ugh, what a horrible nightmare I’ve been through!”
Of course, that has no chance of happening until a new (and better) writer is assigned to the strip. It may never happen at all, but we can still dream while waiting for this nightmare to end…