Is Marjie interviewing Gil or her notepad? (Hey did you all know that “professional reporters” use these really long notepads)? Maybe that is a really long professional reporter notepad and it just looks small in Marjie’s freaky hand.
Anyway, yada yada yada about silent John Pascoe, we were promised gymnast Tip Nunn working out with the cheerleaders and boy did Rodd Whigham deliver! Look at that lift! Look at that extension! Look at that one girl’s torso separating! This is the most excitement since that thing that happened over the summer. Why is Freckle Face so bored?
Let’s recap quickly. Cheer squad needs men, or boys, or gymnasts. Tip Nunn, somersaulting into the inky blackness of Milford Town Park Lake is an approximation of all those things.
Meanwhile, Gil needs a passer, some depth and mostly some size, so they’re roaming the hallways before school has started looking for those things? (Is that not the concept of “meanwhile”? ) They spot a shadowy figure, ala Cully Vale, wandering around the school and Gil almost creams his jorts. So he bolts over to Counselor Mrs. Macky to get the scoop on the big fella. First off, Mrs. Macky, really? A name lifted directly from South Park? Okay. Secondly, she is a handsome woman.
Meanwhile, at the Lake at Town Park, where school still hasn’t started, Angie and Maddie are employing trying to shame gymnast Tip Nunn into coming out for cheer squad by questioning his manliness? So far this fall is all about trolling for dudes.
Meanwhile, Gil has smooth talked Mrs. Macky into spilling the details about Hulking Size Model John Pascoe so he could somehow be lured to practice to be set upon by a pair of mouthy jerks, Omari Troy and Troy Costello. (also, Kaz got a delightful heart shaped earring.)
Ready for some really weird football?
Gil looks like he’s Robert Mitchum level stoned in Panel 1. What have I done? Why am I getting redressed in a sweaty locker room with a seventy year-old man? Did he call me or did I call him?
Later, at Cafe Nervosa…
Oh Mimi, hi, did you finally dislodge yourself from the chaise lounge on the porch? Blah blah blah blah red herring blah blah blah. That old guy was crafty (who’s that guy with the curl and the meaty hands? Did I fall in a parking lot recently?)
Is this the sitcom freeze frame thing?
A clothesline finish? That’s a little “hacky”, Herk. Ah, who cares. Just seeing something completely different like this is worth the price of admission (which, last time I checked, is stil nothing).
Look at the tender embrace in Panel 2. The Mauler pins because he cares. I don’t believe the Boos are real though. Surely a significant part of the crowd was there to see Gil get smacked on his ass.
This strip is another keeper. The art work is top notch and I want to bottle up the crazy and keep it handy for fall.
The action is coming at us at a breakneck pace! The Fugitive with the lead pipe WAK!s Hairy Hercules! Stunning cameos! Why am I yelling!?
Referee Bob Kazinski? Why so formal, narrator?
Now, the last panel is where all the fun is. Gil looks like he’s some sort of Chippendale dancer reboot in yoga pants. What’s up with the sign? I can’t think of a single logical thing that that sign is supposed to say:
Rock Me Copernicus?
Rocking Curt? (Hi, I’m Rocking Curt and this is my sign.)
Send your answers to:
Foley Law Group LLC
10 North Frederick
They’re sure to be suing somebody over something that’s happening here.
If someone had told you a year ago that you would be reading a Gil Thorp strip with Marty Moon screaming “The Mauler has Dandy in the Big Herk!“, you would have scratched your head and said, “Huh? Who are you and what are you talking about? Now go away!”
Say, what was Big Herk!? We never got to see it. Last we saw, Gil was squeezing Herk’s melon.
I heard that at least ten backyard wrestling fatalities in the last year have been caused by kids attempting the Big Herk!
Please, if you aren’t a trained professional, don’t try the Big Herk!.
Moving on to….holy exploding eyeballs, it’s a melee! Everyone is acting appropriately SHOCKED! (But Gil’s bowtie is still neatly in place.)
Our intrepid high school coach squares off in semi-choreographed violence with a seventy-something year old man with advancing dementia…AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!
I’m going to imagine that the close up crowd reaction was prompted by Gil getting his arm twisted like a creuller and his face defenselessly slammed into the ropes.
Is Herc going to remember any of the scripted moves after his head is violently THUD!ed into the turnbuckle? Does Gil know what he’s doing?
Who cares, keep it weird and violent and you get no comlaints from me.
Yeah, this is going to work out just fine, provided we can find a “joint” that will waive all insurance considerations. Maybe the SwiftMart parking lot?
Okay Gil, go ahead and bring everyone up to speed on your totally whacked out “plan”. I really love how Gil and Kaz pump iron while Gil shares his latest completely nonsensical plan to “help” people with their problems. It’s kind of like all those deep philosophical discussions that Ponch and Jon used to have on CHiPs while they roared down the freeway on their police motorcycles.
Here’s a prior episode of lifting exposition:
Hey readers, I sorta looked (but not that hard) to find other Gil and Kaz working out exposition and only came up with one. If you spot others (either in TWIM archives or in that other place), let me know in the comments and I’ll add them to the post.