The ubiquitous cover girl of the Golden Age of comics!
“Could a lone girl fight against the horror of these living dead?”
Seriously? If you’ve been following along with the past few hundred adventures of the indomitable Blonde in a Red Dress, you’d know better than to ask a silly question like that.
The Blonde in a Red Dress learns that the discount savings aren’t worth the inconvenience of shopping at Casks-of-Amontillado-R-Us.
If the dead do start talking, I hope they’ll at least try to help explain exactly what the heck is going on in this cover.
The Redhead in Yellow is having second thoughts about her career path.
Beauty may be only skin deep, but skeletons go straight down to the bone.
Is that a ghost of a skeleton, or a skelton of a ghost?
This makes three different days, three different boyfriends, and three different attacks by skeleton zombie monsters. Maybe the Blonde in a Red Dress should just not bother trying to go out on a date near Halloween?
C’mon, Jim! I dare you to shoot that skeleton ghost. What are ya? Yellow?
Well, I’m glad someone put an end to the week of skeletons haunting our poor Blonde in a Red Dress.
Wait, isn’t a “shotgun wedding” usually intended to keep the groom from running away, not the bride? (And besides, a Red Dress isn’t much of a wedding gown.)