The Funday Sunnies--first edition

Greetings, one and all:

   This being the first unofficially official Sunday of the New Year (New Year’s Day itself doesn’t really count, being more a day of recovery than a day of rest), we thought it high time to start a new tradition that will last as long as we can get access to the computer at Casa Cousins before the señor and señora of the household wake up. Being that new traditions are usually best started by rehashing old ones, our contribution to the trend takes the form of a little graphic break from the cares and worries of the week. We’ve chosen to entitle this feature The Funday Sunnies for two highly compelling reasons:

1. It’s a pun of the worst order, and as such relatively immune to being used by anyone with a shred of common decency and sense;
2. That’s what it came out looking like when Sparky wrote it down on the handbills he photocopied and distributed around the Greater Funsville Area.

   What we’re about to unleash on you is the product of another of Our Friend Mr. Cousins’ once-a-decade-whether-he-needs-to-or-not attempts to do what he laughingly calls ‘update his portfolio’. In amongst piles of crumpled-up doodles, broken pencil crayons, and form rejection letters, Sparky and I uncovered some single-panel cartoons which, sometime in the dim dark distant past, were our friend’s attempt to launch yet another wordless comic-strip legend along the lines of Henry, The Little King and Ferd’nand in the general direction of an unsuspecting public. A draft cover letter to syndicators which began “To Whom it May”, and ended there, seems to be as close as these things got to seeing the light of day.

 Until now, that is. One man’s false start at a career is everyone else’s free entertainment: as always, we at the Uncle Fun and Sparky Clearing House are passing the savings on to you. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the first offering from a character apparently meant to be known to the world at large as Duncan.

   Duncan’s easy to spot in this picture: he’s the one who isn’t saying anything (get used to it, folks—that’s the gimmick).We promise to give you one of these a week until they run out, or until we find something else hiding between the dust bunnies under the bed in the Cousins’ spare room. We also promise that future editions of the Funday Sunnies will get right to the point without a lengthy preamble.

Uncle Fun

   P.S. If you are a syndicator, well…just keep an eye on this space on Sundays, and look us up whenever you get a notion. That’s all I’m saying. Mr. Cousins’ life of ease is bound to come to an end soon, now that his vast holdings in Hungarian government bonds have been demoted to junk status. Sparky and I can’t mooch off him forever, if he runs out of the wherewithal to let us do it.