One thing you must admit about Gasoline Alley: it’s transitions between plotlines or beats of plotlines tend to be more abrupt and random than seamless and elegant like, say, the tidy pool party device of Mary Worth. (Not that Mary Worth is something to emulate, ever, in any situation, either as a comic strip or as a life role model.)
I don’t recognize Chef Meowrice, even though Teeka clearly does. It’s tough to guess whether this is the start of a new plotline or a continuation of the Amanda Lynn-in-horrible-horrible-love story. I really, really, really hope it’s the former, though.
It’s partly because I’m sick of Amanda Lynn, I’ll admit. I was biking home from the gym today when I was struck by a terrifying thought: Amanda Lynn and Joseph are going to get married, and then they’re going to have a baby, but Joseph will die in childbirth, so Amanda Lynn will have no choice but to name the baby “Monica.” Apart from Joseph dying, I don’t want to see any of that. (It would be kind of fun to see how he kicks the bucket in childbirth–although stranger things have happened, at least in this comic strip–but I don’t think it’s worth the rest of it.)
But more positively: Think of the plot possibilities offered by an anthropomorphic cat with a penchant for hawking consumer goods and an obsession with tinned fake tuna? Particularly if his hypnotic powers are developed to the point where he holds other people mesmerized by his incredibleness the way he has Teeka.
I am under your power, Chef Meowrice.
