In every Rip Haywire adventure, I always aim for silly first and then dangerous giggling fists to clean up my mess. Sure, I blew up a lot of clones you might have called friends, but they were all Skull villains, and they had it coming! Especially Jenkins and maybe Randall if anybody could find him. To recap without pancakes: The real Cobra is on the French Riviera, and Dutch is in prison; I might overuse the “call of the wild” too much, but it cracks me up to see Rip’s hair flowing like Conan the Barbarian, calling himself “Lord of the giggling fists” and how Breezy reacts to him. And so, if you think of this adventure is like a nasty piece of pizza, this too shall pass! But if you’re going to remember anything about this… in the end, remember… It’s really Dr. Z and Dr. Foster’s fault for all of this! Oh, and P.S. I’m never Catpocalypsing this strip again, so don’t worry!
Vacation week! I work two weeks in advance, and yes, thank you…I had a nice staycation this year.