So much is wrong here. (Not that that couldn’t be said about most episodes of Gasoline Alley.)
* After a week of introducing cat versions of country singers, Chef Meowrice is suddenly concerned about grammar? Particularly in a situation where his grammar is actually correct.
* Speaking of Chef Meowrice, he measures the passage of dates with an old-timey pocket watch. Which is obviously wrong, because who ever heard of a cat using a watch?
* Perhaps unwisely, Rufus has decided to take Kitty off the can-generating duty for which he seems to be so well suited and put him (her?) on envelope-licking duty, which is going to give poor kitty some monster papercuts. Plus, it’s a job that could be done by, you know, a sponge.
* Rufus is really cutting things pretty fine on the timing. The U.S. Postal Service doesn’t generally get things to their destination overnight, and I can’t really see Rufus springing for UPS or nothing. (Not that he doesn’t care enough, but where is he going to get the funds?) Of course, being Gasoline Alley, he probably is going to just use the pneumatic tube that just happens to lead from the dump to the TV station, or something equally absurd.
OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO KITTY?
Seriously, look at that last panel. Dayamn, that piglet-cat-thing is the most pathetic rendition of an animal I’ve seen in any strip, ever. Including Mallard Fillmore.
As for the time limit, I think Meowrice means the entries must be postmarked no later than tomorrow. sCancerelli’s just too clopheaded to just have Meowrice SAY that.
Comment by Happenstance — June 8, 2008 @ 1:57 am