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Well, this has certainly been a Halloween âCrankshaftâ readers will never forgetâŠno matter how much they try.
Just to sum up: the power is back on (we never saw what the problem was), the decorations are up (we never saw them hung), and what was supposed to be a story-writing contest devolved into Boy Lisa drawing a quintet of humor-free comic book covers (all complete with company logo and price, for some reason). Of course, there were no customers or even trick-or-treaters at Mopey Montoniâs. And zero appearances by the guy the strip is named after.
Maybe now we can find out if Eugene is still rowing in the middle of the lake, or if he collided with Gendry, who was rowing in the opposite direction.
Donât worry, Generic Blonde character! Tomorrow the Doublenut Twins will shows up and paint over all this mess, causing it to have never happened. It will be Batiukâs unconscious (how else?) tribute to Robert Heinleinâs fantasy short story âThe Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag.â
Ed burned down his block and incinerated six trick-or-treaters while trying to light the candle in his pumpkin. With his Beanâs End flame thrower, of course.
In other words, a typical Crankshaft Halloween, not worth Battyâs attention.
In the little town of Centerville, Halloween had come and gone, leaving behind a chill that wasnât just in the air but in the hearts of its people. Sheriff Jack Smith had seen the darkness that had crept in, a darkness sown by a man who believed only in his own power, who wielded lies like weapons and poisoned good people with fear. But now that the evil politician and his minions were gone, Jack could feel something else stirringâa fragile, hopeful stillness.
As he walked the quiet streets, Jack thought about what it meant to truly protect a town. It wasnât just about locking up criminals or patrolling at night. It was about cultivating kindness, encouraging trust, and reminding people that they were bound together by more than just geography. Centerville was a small town, but it was one filled with people who, deep down, wanted peace. They had been led astray by whispers of hate, but hate had no roots here, and Jack knew that with time, the townspeople could find their way back to each other.
When he reached Montoniâs Pizza, Jack found the place lively with laughter and bright with decorations. The townsfolk had gathered, eager to share in each otherâs company, to reclaim their town with joy and celebration. Jeff, Cody, Summer, and the Pizza Box Monster greeted him with smiles, and for the first time in what felt like years, Jack smiled too.
âItâs been a Halloween weâll never forget,â Cody said, and Jack nodded, feeling the truth of it.
As he stood there, surrounded by his neighbors, Jack understood that evil could visit any place, but it could never make a home here. Not as long as people believed in each other, stood together, and defended what was good. Centerville would heal; the scars would fade. And as Sheriff Jack Smith looked around, he felt a warmth that chased away the chill.
They had faced the darkness, and they had won, not with fists or fear, but with courage and unity. In Centerville, at least for now, peace had found a home.
So they all came together to put up the decorations. Apparently that was during the day on Halloween, because the power went out, they sat around, and now Halloweenâs over. So are they just going to un-decorate now?
Now pretend that, after their âghost storiesâ, they engaged in a five-way orgy. The dialogue makes at least as much sense, probably more, that way.
(Of course, then you have to imagine Mopey and the Pizza Monster⊠sorry, I think I just made myself sickâŠ)
J.J. O'Malley 4 months ago
Well, this has certainly been a Halloween âCrankshaftâ readers will never forgetâŠno matter how much they try.
Just to sum up: the power is back on (we never saw what the problem was), the decorations are up (we never saw them hung), and what was supposed to be a story-writing contest devolved into Boy Lisa drawing a quintet of humor-free comic book covers (all complete with company logo and price, for some reason). Of course, there were no customers or even trick-or-treaters at Mopey Montoniâs. And zero appearances by the guy the strip is named after.
Maybe now we can find out if Eugene is still rowing in the middle of the lake, or if he collided with Gendry, who was rowing in the opposite direction.
Bill Thompson 4 months ago
Donât worry, Generic Blonde character! Tomorrow the Doublenut Twins will shows up and paint over all this mess, causing it to have never happened. It will be Batiukâs unconscious (how else?) tribute to Robert Heinleinâs fantasy short story âThe Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag.â
Bill Thompson 4 months ago
I want to ask the PBM how he breathes inside that unventilated stack of cartons and watch him retroactively die of asphyxiation.
Gent 4 months ago
Whews. Thanks goodnesses. If one more of em sideways and me woulda needs neck surgery for sure.
Gent 4 months ago
A halloween sans any customers is best halloween eh. How these clowns even stay in business?
top cat james 4 months ago
Time to put away your 45 year old elementary classroom decorations.
Argythree 4 months ago
Bring back Cranky now!!!
French Persons' Treasury of Self-Applauding Batty Premium Member 4 months ago
Good thing I forgot about it already.
sbenton7684 4 months ago
Well at least I can start reading this one againâŠ
Out of the Past 4 months ago
Abandoning Crankshaft is starting to be its own punishment.
Foob 4 months ago
Judging by the ghost in the background, even the decorations hated this weekâs story arc.
rockyridge1977 4 months ago
Did Crank celebrate Halloween???
puddleglum1066 4 months ago
Ed burned down his block and incinerated six trick-or-treaters while trying to light the candle in his pumpkin. With his Beanâs End flame thrower, of course.
In other words, a typical Crankshaft Halloween, not worth Battyâs attention.
elbow macaroni 4 months ago
Worst Halloween-themed narrative in the history of comics.
Joe Cur 4 months ago
PBM is a real Pollyanna.
Strawberry King 4 months ago
How was Crankyâs Halloween?
lemonbaskt 4 months ago
for old times sake eh me neck
lemonbaskt 4 months ago
pizzabox monster they havent served the wedding cake yet at mary worths hurry up
Crandlemire 4 months ago
In the little town of Centerville, Halloween had come and gone, leaving behind a chill that wasnât just in the air but in the hearts of its people. Sheriff Jack Smith had seen the darkness that had crept in, a darkness sown by a man who believed only in his own power, who wielded lies like weapons and poisoned good people with fear. But now that the evil politician and his minions were gone, Jack could feel something else stirringâa fragile, hopeful stillness.
As he walked the quiet streets, Jack thought about what it meant to truly protect a town. It wasnât just about locking up criminals or patrolling at night. It was about cultivating kindness, encouraging trust, and reminding people that they were bound together by more than just geography. Centerville was a small town, but it was one filled with people who, deep down, wanted peace. They had been led astray by whispers of hate, but hate had no roots here, and Jack knew that with time, the townspeople could find their way back to each other.
When he reached Montoniâs Pizza, Jack found the place lively with laughter and bright with decorations. The townsfolk had gathered, eager to share in each otherâs company, to reclaim their town with joy and celebration. Jeff, Cody, Summer, and the Pizza Box Monster greeted him with smiles, and for the first time in what felt like years, Jack smiled too.
âItâs been a Halloween weâll never forget,â Cody said, and Jack nodded, feeling the truth of it.
As he stood there, surrounded by his neighbors, Jack understood that evil could visit any place, but it could never make a home here. Not as long as people believed in each other, stood together, and defended what was good. Centerville would heal; the scars would fade. And as Sheriff Jack Smith looked around, he felt a warmth that chased away the chill.
They had faced the darkness, and they had won, not with fists or fear, but with courage and unity. In Centerville, at least for now, peace had found a home.
tcayer 4 months ago
So they all came together to put up the decorations. Apparently that was during the day on Halloween, because the power went out, they sat around, and now Halloweenâs over. So are they just going to un-decorate now?
Brian Perler Premium Member 4 months ago
Now pretend that, after their âghost storiesâ, they engaged in a five-way orgy. The dialogue makes at least as much sense, probably more, that way.
(Of course, then you have to imagine Mopey and the Pizza Monster⊠sorry, I think I just made myself sickâŠ)
mountainclimber 4 months ago
Carving pumpkins is preferable to murdering evergreen trees,
Cabbage Jack 4 months ago
Hey! The comicâs not loading! Of course, this little blue question mark is better than anything else in Funky Winkerbean this week.
MuddyUSA Premium Member 4 months ago
Sheesh, without CrankshaftâŠâŠboo!
sueb1863 4 months ago
Customer comes in.
âWow, you guys still have all your decorations up? Halloween was two days ago!â
CrazyLady Premium Member 4 months ago
Has the pizza monster ever disclosed his/her identity?
Argythree 4 months ago
Why is this âtoon still called âCrankshaftâ if heâs never allowed onstage?
Where's The Pizza Box Monster? 4 months ago
Who made me say that? This was not the best Halloween ever. It was the worst for me. Why couldnât I just scare people with my ridiculous outfit?
ronkmul Premium Member 4 months ago
Finally one I can read