Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for February 26, 2025

we got it wrong…

Horace is part of the snatch-family…

a handful of days in the strip means MONTHS for US…

“Battling” broods always create “deficits” to success.

They’re looney and they’re snobby

They’re nuts and eat salami

They love to steal dead bodies

The Costello family!

This goes in the column of; Eric is more suited to graphic novels than a daily strip. He needs continuation panels to tell scenes where daily strips, except for Sundays, can’t do.

Also he’s trying his hand at slapstick comedy with the bumbling sidekicks,

Good morning™, Bumbling Boobies !

My gut was telling me this is the guy who works his ‘day job’ at the “Treasury” while moonlighting as a shifty operator of nebulous, nefarious activity.

Good morning™, all!

There seems to be cracks in the plan — plus, if it depends on the nephews, it’s definitely doomed! “Should” is the key word.

I just hope that jar the nephews are trying to open isn’t one they picked up while they were at the morgue.

It seems I was wrong….Horace Piltman isn’t the body in the morgue he’s the evil-doer plotting some criminal scheme….

Trying to open a pickle jar, not too bright I guess!

Ah. Pickles to go with the mincemeat. ;-)

Am I the only one having trouble following this series?

It appears our missing man has been found… Unless there are two Horaces. That is too amazing a coincidence for most strips to even attempt, but in Dick Tracy fantastic coincidences are the norm…

(Sorry, spaced out. Vision of a coincidence walking into a bar in Tracyville and everyone shouting, “Hey, Norm!”)

But we’re still left with an unidentified body. Which Dorothy Sayers used amazingly well in Whose Body. Oh, here’s a plot for a mystery. Find a way to substitute someone else’s fingerprints for your own in the government records. Kill the person whose fingerprints you used, and get declared dead when the police use the prints to ID the body. The police usually won’t search for you if you’ve been declared dead.

……"doo doo doo doo! (click! click!!) doo doo doo doo! (click! click!) doo doo doo doo! doo doo! doo! doo!! Doo! Doo!! Doo! …!!???…or was that “snap! snap!”?…..

The Kim Possible show had a good one with all of Drakken’s henchmen being unable to open a pickle jar, so he had to call in Shego to open it. I believe it’s been used as a competency test in other places well.

The nephews are in a pickle .

Wow… and I thought the LAST arc moved slow…. Holy Cow…

(insert tense, dramatic music -→here<——)

And let the power struggle begin!

“I WANT THEM THAR’ JELLY BEANS!!!!”

“Nuh=uh! They’s MINE, ah tells ya’!!!!!”

WITNESS the titanic struggle to open the Jar of Goodies!

(Snicker) Wait for the angst when they find it’s the graveyard for pencil shavings.

Can’t even open a pickle jar? Clearly, those two are going to be bachelors all their lives.

MOVIE QUOTE—

“You’re not going to let the fact that we hate each other stand in the way of a partnership,are you?”

Frank Lovejoy to Danny Thomas—-I’LL SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS—1951

so far they’re having trouble opening a pickle jar… very trust worth, NOT!

Piltdown is taking something that doesn’t belong to him—naughty boy

The Philip Costner Swindle——even though he’d already served two prison sentences,under an alias he managed to become head of a major pharmaceutical company during the Roaring 20’s, And he was allowed to legally purchase alcohol during Prohibition, which of course he sold to bootleggers on the sly.

The nephews look like owl exterminators.

How many nephews does take to open a jar?

Why is there a red trash can next to my post instead of a flag like everyone else ?

From today’s Comics Curmudgeon:

For too long Dick Tracy has focused on hideous mutant criminals and their violent interactions with law enforcement. I’m excited that this storyline is going in a different direction. What if there were two nephews who sucked? Just terrible, incompetent nephews? Nobody in the history of literature has dared to ask this question … until now.

that’s there if you want to delete a post for whatever reason…

1- JACKIE CHAN: I’ve calmed down now, Hore Ace. I no longer feel like ripping your lungs out, Jim – but I would like to meet your tailor!

2- HORE ACE: I wish you’d stop talking like Werewolves Of London. You’re ruining that song for me. JACKIE CHAN: I’m sorry, dear. Whadaya say we eat out tonight? Maybe go to a place called Lee Ho Fook’s? Get a big dish of beef chow mein? HORE ACE: sigh …

3- : … yeah, maybe some other time – the boys are cooking us Peas Parisienne tonight – that is, if they can open the jar of peas.

BOOBY: YOU’RE NOT HOLDING IT TIGHT ENOUGH! GET A GRIP ALREADY! LIKE WHEN YOU’RE IMAGINING AUNT JACKIE IN THE SHOWER! THAT GRIP!

BELLY: SHADDAP! ANYWAY, IT’S LEFTY LOOSEY – IT’S NOT RIGHT MAKES IT NOT TIGHT YOU MORON!

Before you ask…Baby Face Nelson hated the name