Vintage Smee (Cheap Re-run)

Since the editor you know as “—ed.” has “pulled the plug” on the Misters (read: still sulking), we at Mr. Smitty Enterprises have decided to dig through our chest of golden oldies to offer you a nostalgic trip down memory lane with your old friends The Misters and Mr. Smitty:

Let’s dip into the archive, shall we?

Here’s a good one – Oh, no, wait. That was stupid. One of those entries that’s all talk and no action.

Here’s a funny one! Remember that lame pun about –

OK, not that either.

Oh! I love this one – it’s that one where all the brackets are flying back and forth and the one editor talks to the other editor and you never even SEE Mr. Smitty the whole –

Ok, well, we at Mr. Smitty Enterprises will get back to you when we dig up an entry with action, meaning, and efficient use of language.

(if such an entry exists)

Mr. Smitty in Blackface

Mr. Smitty got (s)hit upside his head!

When Mr. Smitty came back with a large smudge on his head, the Misters were concerned.

“Is it mud?”

“It’s not greasy.”

Time passed (“doo-doo-doo-doo-doo…”)

“Mister, you know, that’s the one place the Smitty can’t clean.”

“The upside of his head.”

“He probably thinks he’s all immaculate and shi—“

“--Ssh! Don’t tell him!”

“No photos.”

“No.”

“’Mum’’s the word.”

Mao!

Mao!

Mao!

The Smitty is a good Communist Worker Smitty!

The Smitty’s only utterances are of the name of the once beloved, recently maligned (and someday, hopefully, to be rehabilitated) Supreme Leader!

Mao!

Mao!

Though well-fed, white, and well-groomed, the Smitty is not a “capitalist running dog.”
-- though he is a catalyst to make dogs run.

Mr. Smitty and the Case of the Spinach Fracas

Though it has been established that Mr. Smitty is a farmer (see previous (read: tedious) post), this in no way implicates, identifies, or indemnifies the Smee in the recent bagged spinach fracas.

We know this to be fact because a spokes-cat for S.A.S.A (Smitty Agribusiness, S.A) has denied any involvement with bagged spinach --

-- CAT-ego-rically!

Miao!

Miao! Miao! Mi---

[all right, that’s enough with the blog entries built entirely around one stupid pun! –ed.]

[you mean if it were built around two stupid puns that would be OK? –other ed.]

[No. And there is no “other ed.” –ed.]

[I guess that renders me speechless; well, excuse me for living! –artist formerly known as “other ed.”]

Farmer Smee

Mr. Smitty is a farmer!

The Misters finally caught him operating large farm machinery stored in the upper pasture.

Here you see an action shot of the Smitty having a ride on his little bulldozer/front-end-loader thingee.

It’s a convenient way for the Smitty to clear out mice nests, harvest quarry for his hunts, and make mysterious crop circles.

That’s a smart-farmer smitty!