Showing posts with label Richie Rich. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richie Rich. Show all posts

Monday, July 30, 2018

And you thought the Archies were the only comic book rock band!

Hi, kids!

Sorry I haven't posted since before Christmas!  In addition to other things keeping me busy in life, I had to deal with a knee injury that happened just before Valentine's Day!  So I haven't had much time for posting as I haven't been very mobile, not to mention having to rehab the knee.  But I'm up and ready to get going once again.

This entry takes a look at The Maniaks.  Who are they, you may be asking?  Well, this fictional rock group debuted in Showcase #68 with little to no fanfare, probably why you never heard of them.  Heard of the Archies, sure!  Then again, Archie Andrews and the gang had been around for about a quarter century by the time some editor or writer at Archie got the idea to slap guitars on Archie and Reggie and stick Jughead behind a drum kit (it would be a few years before Veronica was put on keyboards and Betty allowed to shake it around the stage with a tambourine).

Digressing a bit there.  But have you ever heard of Flip, Jangle, Pack Rat, and Silver?  Yeah, me neither...until I came across this gem on eBay a couple of weeks ago.  So I pulled the trigger and paid about 5 bucks with shipping for Showcase #69 (hey, get your minds out of the gutter).  Personally, I think I overpaid, but I can add this to my campy comics section along with my Cowsills one-shot.  Hey, at least The Maniaks got a second issue!

So now I give you this oddity that debuted about two years before Don Kirshner decided to create a real live Archies ("Sugar, Sugar", anyone?).  I now present DC's contribution to the world of non-existent 60s rock bands, The Maniaks!!!  (APPLAUSE)


So the cover to this train wreck establishes that girl singer Silver is a gold digger!  But can you really blame her?  I mean, the Maniaks are likely not going to hit the big time, and even if they do, they probably won't have the longevity of the Stones, the Who, or Procol Harum.  Better grab that diamond ring while you have the chance, even if it's larger than your head (minus the silver hair).



Yeah, best not to use actual names!  That way, if Plan B has to be put into action, they can easily ditch the hideous clothing, get haircuts, and apply for real estate licenses.  Except for Silver; she can easily slide into a modeling career...or just marry the first billionaire that comes along!


They replaced the traditional Wedding March for this???  And why is no one giving Silver away?

This band is really hard up for cash if they have no choice but to play their bandmate's wedding rather than attend as guests.  I mean, look at Pack-Rat's drum kit.  Looks like he bought it at Toys-R-Us!  Or rescued it from a dumpster!

BTW, the Maniaks' wedding march can be sung to the tune of "Hey, Hey, We're The Monkees!"  Try it!


Did DC hire Foghorn Leghorn as a joke writer?  Sheesh!!!


Check out Slim being so cool and cavalier!  Not so much worried that the guy might end his own life; no, he's worried about blood, guts, and brains being splattered all over the nice, semi-clean street below!  What a guy!


Whoa, where did that come from?  The Alamo?  REALLY???  So if girlfriends and loved ones doesn't get someone to reconsider taking his own life, throw in a historical landmark! Yeah, that'll do the trick!


"WHAT???  You don't know what the Alamo is, you damn Yankee???  You don't deserve to live!  Nope, not going to loan you a history book!  Just jump already!!!"


Damn hippies!  Always taking walks on building ledges!  Next they'll be playing those godawful Jefferson Airplane records till 3 in the morning!  Sheesh!


And the crowd in the background chanting "Jump! Jump! Jump!"  And hey, why not?  Because yes...it's groovy...becoming sidewalk pizza...just...groovy, man...


Yeah, Flip, glad the fire department was on hand to contribute to your antics!  Never mind the eight-story tenement building about 10 blocks away now engulfed in flames because firemen are too busy holding a trampoline!

Yes, Fireman Fred, stop plugging the House of Ideas with your really bad pun!  Didn't catch it, dear reader?  Look again below!  The bold words!  Say them out loud!


"Spied A Man, Spied A Man, at least I never ever Spied A Can..."


You heard Johnny the DC Cop; KNOCK IT OFF!!!  It's bad for sales!  (Oops, too late!)



That's Shea Stadium?  Where the Mets play?  Where the Beatles played?  I've seen minor league stadiums bigger than this!

How did they manage to book this place anyway?  Who do think they are, the Beatles?

BTW, the Stones are playing Madison Square Garden tonight!  Maybe that's why so many empty seats at Shea.  Or maybe some people wanted to stay home and watch a very special episode of "Family Affair." Whichever!



Hey, buddy, being obviously as rich as you are, you would think you'd have more friends...or at least an entourage of leeches who found themselves a meal ticket!  But at least the Maniaks won't lose money on this gig!

As for that last line of lyrics Silver is belting out, does she call the pebble "Dare?"  Just wondering...


So you may actually believe he looks like the person he's impersonating?  Impressive!  This guy could give Rich Little a run for his money...


The audience obviously brought along some acid...


It took Jangle that long to recognize them?  


Richard doesn't talk about his "poor relations," but he has no problem hanging with a struggling rock band!  Got it!

BTW, Flip, Richard is telling you in a roundabout way that your singing sucks!  And he doesn't have the heart to tell you that your turtleneck is trying to swallow your head!


Can't plug that competition across town, but someone doesn't have a problem plugging Batman, both the comics and the TV show!  Holy in-house promotion, Batman!

A handy little runabout, Richard?  With bowling lanes?  Even Richie Rich wouldn't be that gauche! Besides, he's too busy funding genetics experiments that create animals adorned with dollar signs!


Yeah, bowties don't count!  And we sure as hell don't want any dirty, smelly hippies in here!


And like a boss, Richard buys the place so his friends don't have to deal with that snooty doorman!  BTW, Mr. Doorman, YOU'RE FIRED!!!


He bought a Playboy Club?  SCORE!!!


Turn the car around?  That's for peasants!!!


Oh, come on, Richard!  Is this really your first time buying a newspaper?  Or is your comment your way of telling the newsstand dealer to "keep the change?"

And now a word from an agency posing as the Ad Council:


Oh, geez, I hope your idea isn't selling greeting cards to the neighbors...or seeds...or Grit!!!


Yeah, "proper supervision" involves our young job seekers working on that ball field from dawn to dusk with a overseer on site cracking a bullwhip!  And don't even think of trying to go home early or taking a water break!  Oh, and by the way, NO PAY FOR YOU!!!


You won't get paid, but you'll get to stare at pieces of broken glass all summer!  A season well spent!  Riiiiight,,,

And now, back to our show!


Long Island?  Again, like a boss!!!  I'm curious, though; what about the other residents?  Or are they all under Richard's enslav...er, I mean employ?


Wow, this guy could have Richie Rich and his family subletting this place! 

I would probably take up golf if I could play on an indoor course, too!  Texas summers keep me away from the outdoor ones!


Pack-Rat, go help Lurch get a huge-ass cask of wine from the cellar!  And try not to get stepped on or crushed by said cask!


You heard Satan; GET OUT!!!  He's surprisingly patient, though; in no hurry to claim Pack-Rat's soul...



And the puns just keep on coming!  The Cask Of Amontillado written by Edgar Allan Poe.  We get it!


If Thomas could lift the tun by himself, why did he bring Pack-Rat along?  To keep him company?  For a chance to toss him into the fires of Hell?  Good thing for Pack-Rat that Satan rebuffed him!


I'm with ya there, Jangle!  Did Richard really have to twist Silver the gold digger's arm?


But you have to admit she's easy on the eyes!  Yowza!


Yeah, let's save her from a life of wealth and prestige and drag her back into a life of near-poverty!  I'm sure she'll appreciate that!

And what's with that walk?  I think the Monkees did it better!


The Monkee-Mobile is cool, isn't it?


Not to mention Richard wouldn't be caught dead in that mod outfit!!!


His friends know the deal with Silver yet Richard is oblivious to her gold digging!

You know you've got yourself some true blue friends when they'll help pick you up and lower you into your trousers!  And one will even water you so you'll grow up big and strong...


And how is she going to be admitted into the wedding without an invitation or a write-in on the guest list?

Oh, well, no matter!  The faux Mrs. Pipdyke has ponies to play!

Yes, we already saw this!  Are you guys at least getting paid for this gig?


Never mind Ms. Daily Racing Form; somebody say something QUICK!!!


But...but...this is the happiest day of your life!  Why the "deer caught in headlights" look, Silver, dear?


Oh, is that all? What are the odds Richard will go from riches to rags?  The man has more money that Gates, Bezos, and Zuckerberg combined!  Stop being so insecure; it isn't becoming of a gold digger!


And here's a tip for Jangle; forget about the band and spend more time at the race track!


I get the feeling Richard would continue to spend afternoons poolside surrounded by hot chicks, married or not!  If Silver had said "I do," she'd probably do very well in hiring the best divorce attorney possible.

As for the Maniaks, they would be featured in Showcase only once more before fading into obscurity.  Even if they managed to be awarded their own title, it probably would have lasted as long as Brother Power The Geek's run.  Things were really weird at DC during the late 60s, weren't they?

Two more examples of trippy weirdness below!  What WERE those guys at DC smoking?


Like it says on the Inferior Five cover, buy at your own risk!  Or if you've indulged in...um...recreational substances!  Then, by all means, go for it!

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OK, that does it for this post!  Don't hate me too much for it, OK?  And hopefully you won't have to wait another 7 months for the next one!  Soon, OK?  Till next time!

Excelsior!

Alan





Wednesday, June 28, 2017

No air pump required!

I mentioned at the end of the last post that I'd feature Mayda Munny in the next, which is what you're reading right now.  Unfortunately, I was unable to find the issue which the particular story was in.  So until I am able to hunt it down, I'll have to postpone it for a future post.

In the meantime, I am featuring another Mayda Munny tale!  Yet again, Mayda schemes to drive a wedge between Richie and Gloria in the hopes she can catch him on the rebound.  What's she planning now?  And will it work this time?  Well, let's all find out in "What A Doll!"



Our story opens with a stock delivery man bringing Mini-Cher...er, I mean, Mayda a life-size replica of Richie Rich.  What a perfect copy, macrocephalic cabeza and all!

Oooookayyy, this whole setup is weird.  I'm getting the feeling that if Mayda can't have the real Richie, a cotton-filled replica will do?  I don't even want to think what her plans are for her newly-acquired "doll"!!!



Ooooh, now I get it!  She's using the doll as a prop to make Gloria think Richie's dumped her and is now hooking up with Mayda!  For all the money Mayda spent on her toy boy, it better be life-like!



Yeah, Gloria might think Richie's trip was a ruse, seeing as that he didn't even invite her to come along!

Yeah, Mayda, you're a doll, I suppose....kinda like this one pictured below!


Yep!



Hurry, Mayda, before she turns into that alley!

Hey, wait...GLORIA!!!  WHAT ARE YOU THINKING???  Going down a dark alley by yourself???


And Mayda doesn't know any better either!  Never mind passing Gloria; do you really want to take a chance on getting mugged???


Oh, darn, another obstacle!  Mayda just can't catch a break!

Or just use the sidewalk and go around!  That scooter can't be very big!  Sheesh!


Yeah, if a 12-year-old girl is flashing a wad of cash from about 15 feet away, it's kinda hard to take her seriously!  I mean, it might be play money...or Canadian currency.  That kinda looks like something out of a Monopoly box!

And it's understandable that he thinks her "boyfriend" is simple; just look at that stupid grin and vacant stare!


And yet another obstacle, this time in the form of a burly police officer bellowing at her to knock off the horn blowing in a hospital zone!  Not that the patients mind a policeman barking at loud motorists, no sir!

One thing positive I will say about Mayda; at least she respects and obeys authority figures!


Eyes forward and on the road, Mayda!!!  Oops, too late!  She just totaled that guy's greenery!

And, sir, you should be more upset about that destroyed bush; she really didn't do much to your lawn, unless she decides to do a few donuts just to piss you off even more!


So now all those obstacles are behind her, Mayda has one last chance!

But what's this???  Richie's back from his European trip!  But he called Gloria from the airport to meet him in front of a DRUGSTORE???  Why didn't you send a limo to pick her up, Richie, ol' boy?  I'm sure she wouldn't mind greeting you when you got off the plane!  It's bad enough you didn't bring her with you on the trip!  And don't tell me it was a "business" trip; I wouldn't buy it!

And while Richie and Gloria are making goo-goo eyes at each other, Mayda is about to wheel into an awkward moment, but to her relief, she lost the Richie doll at some point.


OK, awkward moment restored!!! A good Samaritan in a really hideous leisure suit (even by 70s standards) graciously returns Mayda's toy boy to her, much to the horror of her would-be boyfriend and her rival.  They're both like "What the hell???"

If I were Mayda, I'd hightail it out of there and cease all contact with Richie and Gloria...at least for a year or two.  They probably think you're some kind of freak, driving around with a Richie replica and all!  How embarrassing!

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That's a wrap for this post!  Next week (yes, NEXT WEEK, believe it or not), we'll drop in on Mega City One in the far-flung future of law enforcement courtesy of Judge Dredd.  When you see the next post, the film "Idiocracy" will probably come to mind.  See you then!

Excelsior!

Alan