Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for September 04, 2019

Tracy has x-ray vision!

How can he see the lips of someone who is face down on the floor and her head is covered by her hair?

I think she overdosed on Entenmann’s powdered donuts!

Tracy’s hat brim has shrunk since yesterday.

Good morning™, crime scene examiners!

It seems that he has this “powder” on his glove. Is that really the way it would be done?

He looks like he’s in pain in the first panel. At least there seems to be a bit less yelling today.

Good morning™, kill scene announcers !

Tracy is rehearsing for his future retirement job as carny barker. So, Dick rubbed her lip without turning her head to look for bruising and other clues ?

Maybe she was kissing Mr Sandman before lights out.

I’m just waiting for Junior to show up looking like Archie!

Gunpowder, eh? She’s been shot!

It’s milk powder. She had a bad habit of not drinking enough liquids. She died from dehydration.

Powdered sugar from a doughnut, and she went into a diabetic coma due to the diet drugs models abuse to “keep fit”

Actually, Tracy is staring at the mirror behind Friday, which is giving him one helluva view. ;-)

What? The man’s married, not dead. ;D

whoa, that’s a major shift of artist! That’s too bad, I really like the art style of Tracy; I really hope this doesn’t go the way of Nacy

If you look closely you can almost see the smudge on his glove where he rubbed her lips and lifted the powder from, so he had to move her head to get the residue, hummmm!!!

OMG the drawing of Dick Tracy is bad, nor consistent from the start.

Well, at least his fedora is back to normal proportions…

Friday’s pose in the second panel. What woman, dressed like that, squats like that? It looks like she’s helping Tracy change a tire.

Gesundheit, Tracy.

I’m just going to go all mel Brooks here and say she was a model, starving her self for a swim suit shoot. it’s powdered….SUGAR! she’s been binge eating ho-ho’s and is in a junk food coma. We need to find her pusher and stop the scourge of the …Junk Food Junkie.(start the music)

I just noted Fridays stiletto high heels!

Good eyes

its amazing how critical even the staunch mike defenders are of the guest artist while they conveinently look the other way at yet MORE of mike’s sloppy writing.

Of course, i guess the CSI guys were already there before Tracy showed up.. it just “happened off panel” so mucking with what we assume is a corpse is just fine and dandy, standard police procedure in Tracyville.

Then again, who’s to say she is dead? Maybe SHE overdosed on Doc’s cocaine too and will end up on life support right next to him.

By the by… wasnt the whole idea behind the minit mysteries to spotlight a new TEAM and not just a new artist? Normally wasnt there a different artist AND writer on the story?

On the positive side, at least with THESE mike knows he only has two weeks to wrap everything up, so the sweatbox express doesnt have time to warm up.. so he can just throw random nonsensical horsecrap at us from the beginning

“Looks like she took a powder…”

Why is everyone shouting in this strip?

Impressed with real 4 fingered [&thumb] hands unlike most other comics.

Friday is Twerking? Tune in tomorrow..Dicko break dances

I get a little annoyed at the liberties “guest artists” take with an established character. Every artist has their own style, I get that. But when they are asked to take on an established character like Dick Tracy, why can’t they stay true to the iconic details? Classic Dick Tracy does not look like he is shouting every sentence he says. The way Chester Gould drew the mouth over the years is one of the things that makes Tracy unique. Sunday’s art was promising, but this is disappointing to me.

what’s that on the floor? could it be a ….clue?

but, she seems to be face down

Revelations.

Cut the MM some slack, guys. I have been critical, but truly it’s not necessary to castigate everything. Tracy is gloved and is the chief investigator on this case. So, yeah, he lifted the corpse’s head and took a look. That’s okay, especially in a compressed, two-week MM format. The “shouting” wide-open mouths are disconcerting, but I am getting used to it enough to live with it. Friday and Dick are the leads in this story, so spotlighting them is appropriate….

What is on the floor above Friday’s right shoulder? A tissue? Are they in the habit of just throwing trash on the floor in this apartment? A broken balloon? An exploding balloon could distribute a powder into the air and into her lungs. What is that piece of trash and why is it on the floor?