Monty by Jim Meddick for November 08, 2017

I caught myself saying “slip out of it like a t-shirt, you dingus,” then realizing I’m talking to a comic strip.

I have this new-fangled device called SCISSORS!

This must be an illustration of dumb things that (some) people do.

He can’t just lift it off like a sweater? What a genius.

I’s time for the jaws of life, dial 911, operators are standing by. What a Nimrod!

A paper clip makes an excellent substitute…

Maybe move to the Yukon? Only solution I can think of…

He’s gonna make some bathtub Mon-tea

Oh God! Now I’ve got that image in my head!

I sense Fleshy just outside the frame, ready to solve the problem.

If I had any left at all, I’m losing more faith in Monty with every day that goes by in his absurd struggle with the puffy hoody jacket!

And now even E.B. seems on the verge of panicking!

Pants off. Wow, Monty really attacks this cooling pronlem seriously.