Endtown by Aaron Neathery for May 26, 2024

Cue Yogi’s Ark:

“We’re on our way to the perfect place, the perfect pla-ace!”

Even as a kid, I longed for the perfect place. I really feel for these folks..

Is…is that FLASK in panel four?!? It can’t be! Can it…?

Well, a million years is an awful long time…let’s just leave it at “the foreseeable future.”

Wherever they go… they should do it …. and find some shelter fast… to hide from the Nasties that are sure to come

Wherever you go … there you are …

It looks like more than one person had gone to bed or were about to, supporting what one of the others previously said.

So the Marxes may have snagged someone away from their mate while asleep in their bed.

Hard to blame them for being angry and unwilling to accept “fate.”

Perhaps a certain mouse in a certain freighter will appear and whisk them away from this cruel world? Even if only to “Great Green” Kirbee talked about…

Nah! Somethings wicked this way come…

the colony didn’t just revert to a solid mountain when the dimensions merged? Or is it just a region of unstable space where two universes re poking each other?

The grexes are vexed and are asking “What comes next?”

Terry is right…they must get moving…“we’re lost and don’t know what’s ahead; but we’re making good time” is the only viable strategy.

He sounds like the perfect bureaucrat to me! I hope someone comes up with some good answers.

Uh-Oh. A people without a narrative is a dangerous thing.

Cracky knows the way to go. But there will be monsters out there.

Say it, Wally. Give the word…

Ahem… I hear Endtown is nice this time of year (assuming you don’t get eaten by wolves.) But how to get there from here?

Let’s see what Wally has up his sleeve (or down his pants). They say drawing a portal is intuitive, and Wally’s been through several now, and they’re conveniently standing on a sandy beach where somebody could draw some connections, so…

Team Wally to the rescue?

I expect Wally to start yelling out for Marx to stop messing around and help them, and they ask, “Is he a nutcase?” “Marx? Definitely.”

The smart ones will start heading nowhere until they are elsewhere. Then declare they are somewhere.

I just keep thinking of “my children are in there!”

“Open all the doors and let you out into the world

Turn all of the on over every boy and every girl

One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer

You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.”

When in doubt, the best direction to run is “away”. – Rincewind

They’re on a beach. All hell is breaking loose above them. Unless somebody has a boat concealed about their person, the only way to go is start walking down the beach. This has the advantage in our world of eventually leading to some form of civilization. Of course, sometimes you walk for a few days and discover your own footprints. This is how you find out you’re on an island.

this plan is half baked

Quick! To the handbasket station!