Panel 1: Everyone's back at FOOB Central the First, having a BBQ!
Panel 2: The Magical Writing Fairy is doing up some small steaks. What the...?!? I thought Mikey-Poo was too poooooooor to be serving up anything except gruel. Guess DeeDoormat's Oxycontin/Merlot Milkshakes aren't the only drain on the household budget.
What in gods' name is The Magical Writing Fairy wearing?!! He looks like Yoko Ono smashed up with a trucker wearing shorts that are too high waisted! I hope Teh Genius has a brush to apply that BBQ sauce with. The BBQ fork isn't going to cut it.
Panel 3: Everybody's there. Including some old fart (aside from Gramps...who is wearing the weirdest hat EVAH!) who I didn't recognize the first three times I looked at this panel. That's supposed to be Gordo with his son...Paul? Peter? Pansy? I can't remember. And frankly, I don't care. Gordo totally looks like a geezer in this panel...pushing 60!
Robin stares confusedly at the shrimp from the shrimp ring Jelly is passing out. Francie really is far more advanced than Robin, isn't she? She's in the background socializing with her dad while Robin is a silent lump at the table, surrounded by oblivious adults. Or maybe Francie knows exactly what the score is and consequently is clinging to Granthony? "Noooo, Daddy....don't leave me alone with the Foooooooooobs! Nnnnnooooooo!!" (Why aren't the kids playing together? That's a bit weird, isn't it? What kind of Stepford BBQ is this?)
Panel 4: Oh hell...those are supposed to be burgers in Panel 2. Eeew! Since when are patties square edged? Jelly is bellying up and loading up her plate. Robin stares, puzzled, at the remnants of his hot dog. That hot dog is unhumanly long. And why hasn't anyone cut up the hot dog for the poor kid? Choking hazard anyone?
Panel 5: Jelly is making "num-num" noises which seems to fascinate Robin. He's thinking "scanning...older adult human female [codename: Jelly Unit 3000] is consuming charred sustenance and making extraneous noise. Analyse...analyse..."
We only see the Traaaaaaaaaaain Man in silhouette (again! Not a day goes by when Lynn doesn't use that
Panel 6: Robin, in an attempt to understand the Jelly Unit 3000, continues to observe her intake of sustenance and mimics her actions to see if he can elicit a response. The Jelly Unit 3000 is far too engrossed in consuming, however, to the point where the sustenance is dripping down the front of her shirt. Classy!
Panel 7: The Jelly Unit 3000 attempts to socialize with the other adult humans at the party by utilizing hyperbole to describe her extraordinary intake of sustenance. Robin, traumatized as most of us are by daily threats of terrorism on TV (his babysitter, natch) hears the words "blow up" and has a panic attack.
Panel 8: Sister-bot (aka Meredith) approaches the Jelly Unit 3000 and offers it a toasted marshmallow. Robin, recognizing the marshmallow as sustenance (but not the shrimp, nor the hot dog, nor the hamburger...what DO they feed this child?!) panics and...
Panel 9: ...calls for his daddy. What the...?? Mike, the useless, who is going to do what, exactly? Glurge the exploding Jelly Unit 3000 with quotations from "Stoned Season" so that the Jelly Unit doesn't pose a fire hazard? Well, with enough puke...which is liquid...it can be accomplished. Gods know Lynn has milked a lot of puke out of my innards in the past year or two...
HEY!! I just realized...April is nowhere in sight. What?! The?! F*ck?!?! ::eyes turn red, roaring ensues:: F*cking Gordon is there but April is nowhere in sight?!? rrrrRRRRAAAARRRRR!!!