Monty by Jim Meddick for April 17, 2022

Dig a bit deeper. Maybe Mrs. Henderson is down there, too.

Let sleeping cushions lie

There was a time shift, the cushion got caught up in it.

Bring home a couch you found placed out by the street, and you should expect surprises. Just hope they aren’t the creepy-crawly kind of surprises.

Returning the cushion to the Hendersons is obviously the right thing to do, but will lead to awkward questions.

Don’t you remember. You guys built a blanket fort together.

The Hendersons have worse taste than Monte!

Might be a worm-hole, Monty, switch places with robot boy, just to be safe.

Great. So what’s Henderson sitting on?

Uh oh, there’s that music again.

Couch has nothing on seats in a 3rd hand used car.

Well of all the things that I would have guessed, a cushion to someone else’s couch was wayyyyyyy down the list!

I have a theory about socks. You know how you’ll occasionally find an unpaired one in the dryer and wonder where its mate went? Well, my hypothesis is that half of them were teleported there from somebody else’s dryer.

Shift Happens.

I just won’t ask how the Henderson’s couch cushion got to Monty’s house. J won’t. I won’t.

But… How? Somebody explain!

Unless, of course, one is an obsessive compulsive germaphobe who actually likes to organize things, and then, well — the underside of the couch cushions are immaculate!