That panel belongs in a gallery. If Roy Lichenstein had ever encountered a Speed Saunders comic, we would live in a very different world indeed. |
"I do wish Cousin Slow had gotten around to putting the top back on the car, for it is often cold there by Lacquer Lake!" |
Why does Speed know that Bettini has a cabin on Lacquer Lake? Because it saves time, of course. Once he arrives at Lacquer Lake via swift traveling, he uses one of his special powers: conjuring a mustachioed mono-syllabically-named Safety Patrol officer as back up.
Speeds deduces (decides, really) that Betty is in Bettini's cabin because the lights are on.
But, Speed, what if the lights are on but nobody's home? That would be pretty on point for a Speed Saunders' foe. |
Not bad, Speed. "Up with 'em, Bettini" ALMOST sounds like English. |
where Bettini is playing "poke her" with some friends and hoping Betty folds rather than call his bluff. Then Speed closes the case by arresting Bettini for murder against the background of the world's largest piece of red velvet cake.
Have you deduced yet why Speed had Phillippa's champagne glass SIPHONED empty of its contents, rather than poured out? There's still time. |
Oops! Speed's arrest is cut short when one of Big Shot Bettini's goon gets the drop on him with a Tommy gun.
"And don't try none of that fancy Face o' Judgement crap on me, neither. Keep yer mug right where it is." |
Bettini 'oh-ho-ho's condescendingly at Speed, still affecting a gentlemanly air that contrasts with his pug-ugly puss.
You can tell he's a bad guy because he's smoking a cigarette. Good guys only smoke teeny pipes. |
2 comments:
I just can’t stop thinking of that wall that’s made of red velvet cake.
Mmm. Red velvet cake.
If this was Zatara or Ibis or Sargon or the Spectre, the hero would summon a monster from Lacquer Lake, a monster that eats red velvet cake! Awake, O monster, awake! Eat the walls of red velvet cake! And save Speed Saunders for Betty’s sake!
- Hoosier X
I think Bettini and Norman Osborne go to the same barber.
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