All right, new plot! Running back Chip Visci’s giant mom is baking tiny cookies in her tiny oven! Yes! Check out that dowager’s hump! Check out that wonderful cauliflower arrangement on the counter next to the oven. Oooo! Look at how she lays down the law with a mighty “SWAT!” of her oddly flat spatula. This is what Gil Thorp is all about, isn’t it?
“I’m Anita from next door. Welcome to Beech Street! Please accept these cookies and don’t stare at the strangeness that is my neck!” Where could this be going? Is Chip Visci going to horribly burn himself trying to learn to make cookies while his Mom is abducted by the “new neighbor” and chained up in the basement, forced to bake cookies for some cult?
Put your speculations on hold for a moment everybody, we ain’t done down at Milford Country Club! That’s right, Gil still hasn’t secured any low or no-pay assistance from Steve Boone.
Next up: “Steve, why don’t you drop by the airfield and wax my Beechcraft?”