A Daily Dose of the 1970s in Action
"I came for the cakes. I stayed for the comments." – An Official Review from “Anonymous”
Batman, I can’t even…what.
Well no shit the giant’s eyed you, Robin. You’re climbing up the bridge of his nose. With grappling ropes.
I don’t know what circumstances led you guys to this being the most effective way to solve whatever mystery you’re trying to solve, but I’m pretty sure that the best way to avoid being detected by a giant would be to not scale his face like it was Mount Rushmore.
The neverending quest for Bruce’s love continues.
Well, Robin, I hate to break it to you, but that is inevitably what Batman will expect from you.
Because he always expects too much from you.
On the bright side, every Robin to serve after you will be held up to some idyllic standard based on what Bruce thinks he remembers about you?
But that’s not really going to help you now.
Who is Bruce Wayne, really?
Dick! Stop reinforcing Bruce’s crazy. You know how hard Alfred works to get Bruce to try to be Bruce a little more often.
Telling him that he’s really Batman is good for no one. Probably not even Gotham!
You’re so tricksy, Joker!
Joker, you look like their kindly old uncle waiting to play a prank rather than the hideous, terrifying mass-murderer that you are.
What’s up with that?
Also, if you’ve been there since sometime last night, Batman and Robin have probably been looking for you, and they probably know you’re behind that…log. Batman’s totally just going over the plan to ambush you, Joker.
Way to just make Robin feel bad, Super Dictionary.
We all know who drove Batman’s car off a bridge, Super Dictionary. It took up a third of the page.
You’re just not trying anymore. If you were trying to begin with.
Thanks for making Robin look extra bad. Pointing out that he did a bad thing not even a full page after he did the bad thing. That’s just mean.
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And so as The Super Dictionary shames Robin for his terrible mistake, we conclude today’s page. Come back tomorrow for what will hopefully prove to be a greater variety of words, since I’m not sure that having “drive,” “driven,” and “drove” all on the same page really counts as three different definitions.
Check out under the cut for today’s unchopped page!
This folly lies squarely on your shoulders, Batman.
I know you just want to impress Batman, Robin, but there are probably better ways to get his attention than crashing the Batmobile.
And Batman, how could you overlook something so simple as the fact that Robin can’t actually drive. Because now you’re not getting your quiet drive. You’re getting a busted Batmobile.
(Look at that thing. I mean, Robin probably dented the bumper running it off that bridge, but how is it curved like that? And what are you guys doing? Preparing to eject?)
Boom, mystery solved.
Oh we all remember who drew a picture of Wonder Woman.
Wonder Woman’s BUTT that is.
(Okay, probably her boobs, but hey, it’s young Dick, it might be either. Or both! A budding Liefeld, if you would.)
Robin, what are you really drawing?
Drawing a picture of Wonder Woman on the moon, eh? What is that face you’re making?
Wait, what is that cheeky face? Are you drawing a picture of Wonder Woman on the moon or a picture of Wonder Woman mooning you?
I think it might be the latter.
Don’t let the door hit ya where the dog shoulda bit ya!
Clearly Penguin has had enough of Robin’s dancing.
Dick looks pretty perturbed about it. He is a showman. And showmen don’t like being told to stop.
I’m also snickering at the coloring error on Robin’s gloves. How hard is it to remember which parts are red, yellow, and green? Apparently quite.
The walk of shame.
Batman’s not going to be happy about that, Robin.
I hope you’re walking that bike home. Clearly you can’t be trusted with it. I mean, it doesn’t even have any mirrors. Unless you knocked them off getting that dent.
I’m very disappointed in you, young man.
