Mr. Bear's tastes have matured at an incredible rate. Just two years ago he didn't even
know what vodka or bourbon were now he's all about the fancy stuff.
Think about it -- two years ago Mr. Bear and company were entirely clueless about things like alcohol, cars, and ordering pizza, and now everyone's drinking (well, okay, Lyle apparently always was drinking), driving, and doing the Underground. Is this sudden shift from "alive stuffed animals as struggling inhabitants of an out-sized human world" to "alive stuffed animals at the helm of their own world" representative of a greater tone shift within the strip? (You may now emerge from your bunkers, children; today's Armchair Xenology Moment is past.)
I have high hopes for this week, albeit tempered by nervousness. The vehicle art is gorgeous, and the teamwork at play is downright inspiring -- Lyle and Mr. Bear are teamed up again, but I've always figured that they must get on better than you'd think, given as they can apparently handle living with each other. I'm curious about what Teodor's doing, though -- and, for that matter, where are the *#*#*s? Where's the Metal Militia when Philippe needs them? And what about Pat? (At home bitching, no doubt, but...)
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