Crankshaft, 2/22/22

God, I certainly hope this is the setup for an Agatha Christie-style locked room murder mystery, where all of our beloved Crankshaft favorites -- you know, Crankshaft, [squints at mailbox] Keesterman, Crank ... friends, uh, and the, uh, ladies -- are summoned to a mansion for a mysterious gathering where everyone has a secret and nothing is as it seems. Will Crankshaft turn out to be the killer ... or, better, the victim, and turns out everyone killed him, just like in Murder on the Orient Express! Uh, spoilers for an 88-year-old novel, I guess. And for a five-year-old movie. I swear I don't know who did it in Death on the Nile! Anyway, yesterday's strip consisted of Crankshaft aggressively reading the back of a box of cereal and complaining that he didn't have a newspaper to read, and the bearded guy with one arm used to run the local paper by himself until he quit to spite the hedge fund that bought it, so I'm betting this is actually going to be a meeting where Crankshaft And The Gang Save Journalism, a plot that will make me so angry that I'll wish they'd all murder each other and then go to jail for it.

Gil Thorp, 2/22/22