From the Department of things that logically are not very funny, but made me laugh way more than they should, via Crankshaft:

MAKE THE DOO WOP STOP!!!

Our ongoing ClownWatch has a sighting of a fashion-forward clown at the Flying McCoys, one of the umpteen Far Side Wannabe panels.

Anyway, since I have some empty space to fill, this comic reminds me of a recent chatversation:

them: So what do you all wear?

me: Oh, no. I’m not going to start talking about what I’m wearing. I may want to have a political career someday.

them: Aw, we all know you’re wearing a full clown suit, Wendell.

me: No, only the shoes.

them: Clown shoes? In the house?

me: Why not? It just makes sense that shoes 40 sizes too big would be more comfortable than slippers…

No. I didn’t disappear with Franklin Fibbs. Just needed to take care of other business. But I’m back, feeling very comicky and I want a Pineapple Cannon. Or a Pineapple Pizza (Sorry, Dad).

Sorry for the long delay before updating, but I was out saving the world. That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it. (See? You can learn something from Franklin Fibbs.)

Anyway, yes, there was one more Sunday strip after the final daily installment. (Something to do with longer lead times for providing the Sunday color to some newspapers, probably.) And it revisited Little Franklin’s daily tales three weeks earier about his confrontations with a “Terminator”, in this case doing a gag Monty Python fans will recognize from “Holy Grail”:

Scwarzenegger meets the Black Knight. An almost obvious mash-up, but an appropriate way to “terminate” the strip.