And wow, maybe I didn't do the math right, because Futurama #33 brings us more than just double the Amy Wong: our favorite klutz from Mars has been exposed to one of Professor Farnsworth's super-growth formulas and is currently fifty feet tall, rampaging through New New York, all while wearing fetching two-piece pink eveningwear. (Well, if you're gonna crush, trample and destroy, as Amy might say, you might as well be cute while you do it, spluh!:
All panels in this post are from Futurama #33 (September 2007), written by Ian Boothby, pencils by Carlos Valenti, inks by Andrew Pepoy, colors by Nathan Hamill and Rick Reese, letters by Karen Bates
Fry must find a way to save his friend Bender and stop Giant Amy Wong (with architecture-smashin' action!) by pulling out the oldest trick in the book:
From that point it's not a stretch to deduce Fry's flexible plan:
Down goes Amy! Down goes Amy! Like the theme of this batch of Friday Night Fights, Our Ms. Wong is quite literally a knockout:
...which doesn't stop Box-Office Bender, oh no. He's a ferrous fighting fool as he sucker-punches Steven Spielbot and Hollywood robot star Calculon right in the kissers:
...before coming to his programmed senses and pronouncing what Jack Valenti has been telling us all along:
And like every heartwarming episode of Futurama, America's darling of early Sunday night pre-empted-by-football animation, the comic book also winds up with a lesson well learned by all...
And knowing is half the battle, meatbag!
Bahlactus is not a fifty-foot tall Chinese woman, but he plays one on TV.
2 comments:
Hee. I am so thrilled that Futurama is now back on the Comedy Central channel. I have a strange crush on Dr. Zoidberg.
I have a strange crush on Fry!
Did you see the one where they go to Zoidberg's home planet for a mating ritual?
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