Friday, February 10, 2012

Everybody Loves Bob, Especially Cleopatra!

Bob Hope and his genius dog-sidekick, Harvard Harvard III (the Third), have been taking increasingly HUGE jumps backwards in time in their quest for the elusize Golden Gazelle.

Since we've already seen the HOW ofr their arrival -- falling out of the sky -- we can now start this section of the tale in medias res -- Google that term -- with Cleopatra and Mark Anthony.  These two lovebirds (or felons if you wish) must escape from Roman general Octavius, if only they can find somebody stupid enough to act as a decoy and lure Octavius away...

BING!  You asked for a stupe?  Right on time!  With his little dog, too!

(Notice how subtly we get to see Marlon Brando's fizzog as Mark Anthony in the last panel.)

When a femme fatale starts wending her magical way around some dumb lummox's earlobes, I always wonder why the gal's guy (watching behind the curtains) doesn't figure out that he, the peeking partner, is just as 'whipped (pardon my French) as the poor schmuck she's kissing now.

On this last page, here's a great argument for having a dog.  He won't fall for feminine wiles of the two-legged kind.  Here Harvard is trying to keep "Mastah Hope" on track in asking about the Golden Gazelle, but Bob is off in Dreamland, imagining a Sphinx with his schnozz. 

Is there enough granite in Egypt for that?

Find out next Monday or Tuesday!

Monday, February 06, 2012

Ve Didn't Know Der Sockses (und Der Clockses) Vas Loaded!

To prove he's not an English spy, Bob Hope, Time-Traveller, has agreed to help General George Washington in his sneak attack on the Prussian camp December 26, 1776.

Since there was already a Santa Claus onsite, he pulled his fake beard over his head to become - voila! - MISSUS Santa Claus, the better to deliver Washington's booby-trapped cuckoo clock.

But then the Prussian Santa wants to get frisky!
After a little bait-and-box, Bob and Harvard get out of there, just in time.

And THEN they find out that the oarsman who pulled them out of the Potomac is the elusive Nigel Wednesday.  Of course he doesn't have the Golden Gazelle, this story's MacGuffin, in his backpack; he left it at home.

So how a lowly American Revolutionary War soldier came across a treasure from Cleopatra, we don't know.  But instead of investigating the discovery of cottage cheese, it's off to Actium in 31 BC.

See you at week's end for our next leap backwards in time.
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