This week’s Beetle Bailey is confusing in a couple of ways:
I have to assume the first panel is a throwaway…but still don’t get the point?! Why is a lieutenant asking a sergeant if he needs to “spice up” his report? And in the rest, ok, there’s a mouse…and?
and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.
And targuman contributed this, noting
I admit, (A) I do select my seat on a flight and (B) didn’t get the joke until I read the comments.
This editor was still stumped after reading the comments!
I mean, I guess that’s God, but it could just as well be Santa…or one of the guys from ZZ Top?!
Downpuppy writes:
No idea what it’s about.
Why are the wells slightly different colors? What is the significance?? And look who what is where???
And then look what came along a couple of days later!
I see Three Little Pigs and a Big Bad Wolf, and perhaps Mother Goose playing third, and Jack Sprat is up to bat (hey, a rhyme!)–but what does that have to do with baseball? Why are the cat, fiddle, dish, spoon, and cow in the dugout?? Who’s that at shortstop???
(This editor feels entitled to use that hed, having dealt with a slight lisp for six or so decades)
From Chipster:
He notes that the discussion at GoComics suggests it’s the thimble from Monopoly in jail, and that while that sorta works, it’s not clear what the joke is or if that’s necessarily what Anderson had in mind.
targuman sends (and provides the title above):
On the gocomics site, various folks suggest there’s a fart joke in there, but my inner five-year-old can’t make that work either.
Meanwhile, https://inflatableblast.com/inflatable-men-car-dealerships/ suggests that those waving inflatable things have a host of names:
Creepy by any name. Though I did see a desktop-sized one once that was kinda cute.
Dirk the Daring sent this:
Note the quotes around ‘Mom’.
All we’ve come up with is some sort of Uber/Lyft reference, but?? Of course it IS The New Yorker [Magazine] (there’s a whole thing about whether it gets that last word or not).
From Maggiethecartoonist:
Vampires don’t photograph, we get it. But then why would anyone create a yearbook full of…what?
Thanks to Maggiethecartoonist for this Argyle Sweater:
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