Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for August 25, 2024

and thus it ends…

thankfully…

“So it will be prison for you!”

“Oh, Señor Detective Tracy! Did you not hear? The cad rejected this beautiful Señorita. Clearly justifiable homicide here in Argentina.”

Can’t comment about the art.

But hasn’t Eric done better stories than this?

Back around 1979-80, they tried an Encyclopedia Brown daily comic strip, it didn’t last too long. Short, simplistic, clue-heavy “mysteries” designed to be read in one quick sitting didn’t translate well to the daily newspaper comic strip medium then, & they don’t now. But I guess the Tracy strip will keep churning them out several times a year.

Good morning™, Crying Killer Chippies !

Oh Boo Hoo hoooo !   Wotta dumb bunnie. Do they have a dance troupe in prison ?

Good morning™, all!

So ends another of the “Minit Mysteries.” As an Argentinian murder story, it doesn’t work badly as a whole, but I’m still not convinced that a daily strip works well to tell such a story.

I didn’t mind the art, even if it’s nothing like the style we’ve been used to. The story was okay, I suppose but not too deep. Again, the two-week format isn’t great for this kind of story.

So, tomorrow we’ll be back to our regular cast of characters and the strip-bashers will have something new to whine and complain about.

And the moral of this story is,,,,,,,,,

NOTHING!!!

The only good thing I can say about this is, it’s over. None of the evidence pointed specifically to the killer, yet Tracy knew. I’m really getting tired of his ESP.

This wasn’t a Minit Mystery.

This was a Minit space filler.

Isn’t the wall and floor suppose to be yellow? ;p

It’s amazing when a pro is on the job.

Hell hath no fury….

And the powder burns?

Ah, now the crocodile tears! Finis!

This was a Minute Misery !!!

If this happened in Miami, the Banana Republic, with its revolving door of Justice, she would probably only get 10 days. When you arrest someone here, they get out before you finish the paperwork!

Well, that was a minit of my life I’ll never get back.

She says “While he sat in his chair, I covered my feet” while the art shows her covering her feet as he is walking toward the chair. I guess it’s supposed to mean that he turned back to the chair after their confrontation, but it sure isn’t clear!

Tell it to the executioner lady. Maybe sell the book first

“Tomorrow, tomorrow…there’s always tomorrow.”

Wow! This art is terrible.

Love Dick’s “this was a lousy minit mystery” look on his face

That’s all folks !

“‘Cause I got caught, and they don’t have chalupas in the Big House, do they?”

BE PREPARED! You BEGGED! You PLEADED! You even WHINED! (to no avail) Get set for a 52-week extravaganza, as the imaginative magic of MY MOTHER THE CAR merges with tough, hard-hitting detective action. Meet Percival, the 1929 patrol car who arrives in town to take on crime with all two cylinders!

When Tracy is sidelined with a life-threatening stubbed toe and has to move to REX MORGAN, MD for prolonged treatment, Percival fits right in to fill the gap. Aided by Sam with his trusty starter crank and an endless string of trite Chan-isms, our wheeled wonder chugs off to thwart the bad guys and win the hearts o readers all over the world!

It’s 15-mph action like you’ve never seen it before!

1- CILANTRO: Milongo mistook the chair in the studio for the toilet – AGAIN! I’d had enough…

2-: …So I put on Mary Juana’s shoe covers so I wouldn’t mar her floor and…

3-: I took away the gun that Milongo always danced with for some reason. DT: I feel that I should ask a question as this is MY memoirs I’m writing after all, so: WHY DID HE GIVE UP HIS GUN SO EASILY?

4- CILANTRO: I told heem I’d use it to geet heem some toilet paper from the bodega. DT: Makes sense…

5- CILANTRO: I beg of you – make it queek, Senor! The execution I meen. DT: What? Aren’t you going to escape and join Fata and Rikki Tikki Tavi? SOUTH AMERICAN SAM: BANG! BANG!

EENSPECTOR: Must you ALWAYS fire a warning shot, Sam??? SAM: No. Sometimes I just yell “STOP OR I’LL SHOOT” and then I execute them. DT: Nice. How’d you like to work in America?

OT: Glad I (for once) was mature and decided to skip the air show. It; sad because it would’ve probably been my last, but they hospitalized 17 and treated another 115 for heat-related conditions.

“No. But I regret getting caught.”

Chicks always have to have that final BANG, it seems.

I don’t comment very often but I am really glad this has been a guest artist. If they ever became permanent I’d drop the strip and possibly my GoComics subscription. UGH.

Anger is a bad advisor and revenge never brings anything good!

Pop—bang—squish—uhuh….cicero…lipschitz….