A Daily Dose of the 1970s in Action
"I came for the cakes. I stayed for the comments." – An Official Review from “Anonymous”
I’m not sure I follow what’s happening here. Did Penguin kidnap Batgirl?
And why is Batgirl’s costume so ridiculously boobtastic? And why is Penguin’s mouth made of rubber?
I’m going to pretend she’s looking at Robin off panel, just exchanging that “Bitch please” look on her face with him. Because she’s certainly not looking at our good friend Oswald. And I’m pretty sure his interrogation techniques of whining at her are having little to no effect.
The last time we had a Bat Family twofer definition was pretty memorable. Does Batgirl and Batman’s engine/engineer live up to Robin and Batman’s basket/basketball?
Wait wait wait. “Engineers like him”? Why does Barbara need to watch out for Batman? I don’t understand. And why is Babs all about jumping on engines? That is just another confusing part.
But let’s not forget the most confusing part:
Why is that Batman HUGE. Or is he just stuck in a tiny train? We’ll never know! Just like we’ll never know where the hell those train tracks are! Because that is a derailed train if I ever saw one.
So ends another page of The Super Dictionary. The most ridiculous yet? I can’t quite be sure.
Tune in next time for more shenanigans from your favorite heroes! What’s up next? Will we ever see the “bad things” Lex does to Superman? Will we ever find out why Batgirl is invading this train or why Batman is driving it? Probably not!
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…Whyyyy are you hiding a cache of money in the dunes, Batgirl?
Like why is that necessary? Are you hiding it from Bruce because you’re tired of him borrowing your stuff? I mean, he wouldn’t blink twice at asking you to lend him that paltry amount of money.
And I’m not quite sure what I think of that posture, Barbara. You’re not going to get anywhere digging like that.
(And again, I am poignantly reminded of how this book completely neglected to define the word “desert”, but found it necessary to define a desert related word.)
Doodles don’t mean anything? I am shocked and appalled by that accusation, Super Dictionary! Doodles always mean something! they’re very important to the lifeblood of art!
Doodles might not be very refined, but a lot of the time they do mean something. Even if that something is “Batman smells.”
Blah blah blah. I’ll ruin the surprise for you.
Maybe he made her laugh with his gross food?
Maybe he’s crying inside as he’s running away from her, because he was trying to be impressive and she just laughed.
She just knocked out Supergirl.
I’m really surprised that Hippolyta let Diana have dolls of men.
I’m more surprised that she somehow has dolls of people who aren’t even heroes yet.
Hmm…maybe The Super Dictionary should have specified that a “doll” is a toy that resembles a human. Because just calling it a “toy” puts it in the running to be a synonym for a toy truck. And that’s awkward.
(Supergirl Costume Tally: 8! Finally! But only because of what must be a coloring error because otherwise, Supergirl, when did you think spray-tanning your legs would be a good idea. Oh, and her shirt sleeves are shorter and she seems to be missing the deep V-neck of her 1970s costume.)
Way back from “did” we had a mystery! Now we know the answer!
Well let’s take a look at what “did” actually said, shall we?
Hmmm. Well. I’d say that my guesses of “Joker sprays acid all over the trap and/or Batgirl” and “Joker laughs” weren’t too far off. He certainly sprayed Batgirl with some laughing gas, and he’s certainly laughing to himself.
Though that’s a little terrifying because Joker’s laughing gas either permanently paralyzes a smile onto the victims face or murders them, depending on which version of the gas you’re using.
Oh gosh! I have no idea! And we won’t know for some time. What a conundrum.
Possible solutions to this mystery:
But what on Earth does “did” mean anyway?! I guess we’ll have to wait to find out what The Super Dictionary makes of this innocuous but crucial helping verb.
Tch! Oh you! So crazy.
You and Box-Lois should hang out and talk about your kooky antics. Boxes on heads and jumping on desks! You ladies are wild!
I don’t know how you forgot that desks aren’t for jumping on, though. Seems like a pretty hard thing to forget. I’m also enjoying the next step of this desk jumping, which will be you landing flat on your ass and probably sliding off, painfully bruising your back in the process.