The Lightning McQueen-esque inner dialogue is the first direction my brain went when I saw this piece, and I’ve been unsure of what to do with it since. Then my wife signed us up for our first-ever 5K fun run, and I had a punchline. After some deliberation, I reworked it to add one more post-punchline bit of internal discourse and called it a strip.
The sudden break from reality in the third panel seems a bit too disjointed to me, but I’m hoping the joke is decent enough to make this forgivable.
MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: *laughter* That’s f***ed up.
SHOEBOX’S REACTION TO MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT: Uh…is there anything else you want to add? I’m pretty sure I’ve already run a “that’s f***ed up.”
MRS. SHOEBOX’S REVISED ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: It’s… sadistically delightful?
SHOEBOX’S REACTION TO MRS. SHOEBOX’S REVISED ASSESSMENT: And that sounds like the tagline for a very bad cereal with a severely creepy-looking clown on the box.