Oh, dear sweet
Uncle Dudley!
We all remember how Dudley started out as a bit of a scammer,
but quickly proved to have a heart of gold, so the
Marvel Family indulged his silly little game that he had powers like theirs...
But, even in a whimsical universe like
Golden Age Fawcett City, hauling along a non-powered civilian on your adventures was probably a daft idea:
Well, given that the Marvels have a
direct line to the gods, someone heard
Mary's musings!
So that's what the gods do all day!
Well, the effect on Dudley (
and his physique) is immediate!
Woo hoo!
And so the crooks get their comeuppance!
But beware the
capriciousness of those old gods!! The next day, as Dudley tries to protect a man from a bully...
Geez,
Zeus, what a stickler! Would two more minutes have hurt?
And after Dudley is knocked out...
Good old Dudley!
From Mary Marvel #28 (1948)
1 comment:
Wow, I guess I assumed that Dudley was kind of crazy and thought he had powers and the family indulged him, but he always knew he didn't and yet acted as if he did? That's really disturbed in a psychopathic, narcissistic way...
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