Wile E. Coyote called and wants his joke back.
Son Stan has put on his shirt and helps his dad out by telling him to give up while he eats chips. Fred is not satisfied with that answer.
Can you say, “Don’t smoke around gasoline?” Apparently no one on this boat can. They are just standing there waiting for Fred to kill himself and then later they can claim they said something.
Smoke FOOOM!!ing so powerfully it knocks the hat upwards and the glasses and cigarette downwards. If we didn’t have those little motion lines on the bottom, it would look like Fred’s head exploded. Pick a direction, Lynn, and stick with it.
This joke is running on fumes. Other punchline choices considered by Lynn were:
He doesn’t have all hands on deck.
He definitely didn’t batten down the hatches.
He’s a ship whose brain passed in the night.
I am giving him a wide berth.
I would say something, but I don’t want to rock the boat.
I guess his ship is not coming in.
He is lucky not to be dead in the water.
I don’t like the way he cut his own jib.
Time to abandon ship.
On the other hand, I will have to congratulate Fred's cigarette, which is remarkably resilient, all things considered.
Can it get worse? Yes, it can. We have another whole week of this boat disaster story.