So it would appear that Mr. Tracy wants to help the public, but not receive any rewards that are not of a monetary nature. And poor Tess, it appears that another side effect of T-Rex arms is nausea, but luckily, since her hands are right there, covering her mouth is easier than ever. Reaching for things on a high shelf, however, remains a constant source of frustration. I still want to know what’s in the Amazin’ Box O’ Mystery. All I keep getting told is how awful it is, but I want to be the judge of that. It’s also quite an interesting card Tess is holding there. Either Dab Stract is a Time Lord using psychic paper, or someone didn’t bother to scribble out some indecipherable letter-like chicken scratch on it (and really, how hard is that? Little kids do it all of the time). 
It looks like Dick is coping with the bad gift by going right back to work. Panel one suggests that he’s even thinking about a career change, as he seems to be practicing his modeling, that, or he’s going to be a scarecrow, I can’t decide. Meanwhile, Tess is coping by taking to her bed, sick to her stomach over something that might or might not actually exist (hey, I’m not saying they got anything in the mail until I actually see something hanging on the wall. Right now all I’ve got is an invisible box.). The good news is that she remembered her airsickness bag, though I guess in this case it would be her artsickness bag.
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