Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for October 08, 2018

Smart move, Honeymoon!

Honeymoon saves the day! Bright Kid!!

Good morning™, suspicious students!

They’d better get away — fast!

Honeymoon has a “nose” that told her that this “ice cream truck” stank…

And we get a partial look at “Paulie”…

Good morning™, health code violators !

In this day and age would you take food from a supposed food service food handler who is actively smoking while working ?  This guy needs to be run in on health department violations. I bet he doesn’t wash after using the restroom either.

Something’s wrong, ’tis no doubt

We really need to turn about

’Tis the time to heed my word

And flee the coop like a green haired bird

’Tis the man inside the truck

Whose goal’s to bring us much bad luck

Who somehow took the gloves off his hands

Tis time to fly like a shot rubber band

Honeymoon has a great memory and has a cop’s outlook….nicely done on her part.

Wouldn’t your first impression be, they’re back in business again….giving out ice cream for an awareness promotion? Guess Honeymoon has the Sawtooth bakery truck caper fresh in her mind, fortunately for her and Crystal….

By the way, there’s a million Mr. Softee ice cream trucks still serving kids of all ages in NYC. Not a day goes by from around Easter to Halloween that I’m not entertained by the theme song throughout the day. I love it, brings back childhood memories.

Ice cream? at 8 am? Madness

food handler smoking? that should be a clue something’s not right.

“Uhhh … no thanks. mister. I don’t really want that ice cream with your cigarette blown into it!”

Smoking in an ice truck? The health department would have a conniption fit.

Smart girl!

I’m surprised that Honeymoon didn’t just “sense” that something wasn’t quite kosher about Paulie….

“I’ll have one Neapolitan Nicotine and a Tobacco Tutti Frutti.”

Funny, how the bad guys always make that one fatal mistake…

Honeymoon has the right intuition or suspicion. But, will Crystal take her advice, or will her desire for ice cream get the better of her, so that she takes the presumably laced cone from Ciggy-Pauly? We need to find out tomorrow….

We’ve got ice cream trucks around here.

When I first worked in a restaurant kitchen, thirty-five years ago, the chef would step to the end of the line and light up a cigarette whenever things slowed down. If he got an order, he’d just set the cig down on the edge of the cutting board. I didn’t mind too much; the hood sucked all the smoke away so I didn’t have to breathe it. The night cooks didn’t like it though; they had to clean all the butts out of the grill’s grease trap!(And it’s probably been thirty-five years since Honeymoon was eight!)