I believe that this cartoon is taking place inside the mind of one Jeffy Keane. What else could explain the vast expanse of nothingness that separates the characters or the bizarre imagery of Dolly riding her floating grandfather across the empty pink ground-thing? There is precedence for this theory, as Keane Inc. has given us the childrens' point-of-view before, with equally horrifying results.
I'm confused as to why a couple of 85-year-olds would object to being in the same house as a group of other 85-year-olds.*
I've been pretty harshly critical of this 9 Chickweed Lane storyline, but it's definitely had its good moments. Today's comic, in particular, is very well done.
I'm actually rather fond of this installment of Pluggers, mostly because of the horrified look on Chicken Lady's face, as it would seem to suggest that even genuine pluggers find other pluggers appalling.
To adjust this comic so that it accurately describes my life, just replace all references to Superman and 12-year-olds with comic strips and cartoonists.
This comic is hilarious because women's moods are driven entirely by their irrational lady parts.
This comic is hilarious because it's written in Canadian.
This comic is hilarious because the Keane children all have Oedipal foot fetishes.
I am perfectly willing to entertain the notion that Ghostface Killah is a better--or at least less boring--poet than Robert Frost.
