Let's examine this further, shall we?
1. So a magical lamp has just appeared out of thin air and Marcy is okay with that? If I walked into the dining room this afternoon and saw an artifact sitting on the table that hadn't been there earlier in the day, I would freak out. "How did this get here?" I'd ferociously question my loved ones. "We must dispose of this diabolical engine of the Dark One!" (This is how I talk at home). What does Marcy do though? Picks it up and rubs one, or rather, two out. Which leads to...
2. Are those baby genies? If so, can they grant wishes yet, because, hell, there are two baby genies there which, as far as I'm concerned, means six wishes! But maybe they're not genies. I'm sure you've noticed the passing resemblance to Marcy's children. Is this perhaps a chilling vision of things to come? Will the fruit of her loins soon suffer a tragic crib death? Is this a supernatural warning from the Beyond?
The point is, Jump Start has been around for a long time (too long, I'd argue) and it's starting to fray around the edges. This Sunday's strip is a perfect example of the laziness that seems to be running rampant through the oldies as of late (Marmaduke, BC, Dilbert, occasionally Fox Trot). Take a page from Bill Watterson, guys, and quit while you still have some credibility, so people can look back at your work fondly and not have to explain to their friends, "I only like the early stuff--I stopped reading when it turned to shit."
