Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rod Whigham for February 24, 2022

Heh, we’ve seen kids get into big trouble gambling in this strip in the past, but I don’t remember anyone ever soliciting legbreakers before!

This is a Wiseguy story arc waiting to happen-check this out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Gwc-eZ7wzU

P3.5 “So you don’t feel bad enough to help? Let me tell you a story about a young boy, his sister and their dog who lived happily in Milford until their parents sold them off for some fast cash…”

P4 “Oh, hey Prank, where’d the time go? It’s almost time for the sixth period class bell, gotta go, good luck, I hope your sore neck feels better too.”

So what’s the split?

I see a whole new storyline. Gordo wears a leather jacket, boots and bounces a rubber ball. And he walks side to side and says Yo repeatedly.

Once again, Pranit gestures hypnotically.

And let’s just say this story arc is in a lull too

Ah, Whigham with the trifecta of his overused art scenes. Another student with neck problems. Check. Super high gloss hallway floors. Double check. Massive floating hand in an awkward pose. Triple check!

And speaking of checks, you would probably like to check out today’s installment of Mopped Up Thorp: https://moppedupthorp.wordpress.com/

P 4: “…but even a house cat would know better than to use their own funds to place bets for other people….”

P2 – “I’m in a lull”: coded talk for, “I’m losing my shirt.”

P3 – “How bad?” “Not bad enough to do you any favors to get you out of your illegal gambling fiasco. I’m outta here!”

P1 Prank: “Is that the hardest you can twist someone’s neck and choke them?

Gordon: “It’s not my chokehold, dude. See those fire-ants I sprinkled on you when I was twisting your neck? Wait five minutes until they go to work.”

P 4 (Pranit hands him a $1 bill): “….here….this should help…and there’s more where that came from…”

I still don’t see how he’s got money troubles if this is all on his debit card. He’s not allowed to place bets on credit, is he?

This guy’s no Vito from Goshen, that’s for sure.

Lot of giant hand drawings today. I thought today’s strip was for the hearing impaired for a second.

P-1: Like my neck, I’m up a crick.

P-2: I failed my spelling test. I spelled hall: lull.

P-3: as the sailor said to his pregnant girl friend: “sorry to hear that matey, but I have to shove off, now. My ships sailing.”

Maybe the gambling account, since it’s under his brother’s name and ID, also uses the brother’s debit card. So P-boy’s brother Bob (?) must be coming after him for the dough. Meanwhile, Vito is laughing his a$$ off at this rank amateur.

Send Furio Giunta from the Sopranos if Rocco and Moose are busy chasing Judge Smails.