Visual Description: Messy Marvin making a muck.
FEHTT = THEFT, OKVEE = EVOKE, NARYCN = CRANNY, MIWYSH = WHIMSY — Giving us: TTOERANWHI
Clue/Question: The child got muddy playing outside and would end up – – – 
Answer: IN HOT WATER
(AKA: a bath! A lot of kids resist taking a bath . . . until they get in the tub. And, then it’s hard getting them out! Such are the pleasures of being a young parent. So, I guess today’s answer is a clean pun.
All old favorite clue words today. I thought “cranny” might be new, but no. Three of the jumbles appear to be new, with “fehtt” having been used before. The answer letter layout was another fine jumble. I found nothing obvious about it.
Fun domestic cartoon. A little reminiscent of The Family Circus, for me, because of the tracks. Be well and do good, friends.) — YUR
PS. The boys are hosting a “Jumble Symposium” on May the 19th, in Chi-town! So, if you live in the Chicago area, or are planning to be there over that weekend, you’ll have the opportunity to see them in person, while participating in a number of Jumble activities. Check out the link below for more details! — YUR
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/jumble-symposium-tickets-44985901041
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I thought we might have another new word too. I don’t remember solving CRANNY before in Jumble, though I’m sure ralis95 has it right. I hesitated a moment while unscrambling it, because it’s unusual to see this word standing alone without “every nook and…” ahead of it.
Oooh… that suggests a good Sunday puzzle. Cartoon showing four little old ladies in a boat, lines in the water, and the clue: “The fish seemed to be avoiding: The answer: EVERY “HOOK” and “GRANNY.”
I like it, David! Maybe the guys will see this and use it. — YUR
What is it about boys and mud puddles ?
I was walking down the street one afternoon after a hard rain. I had a three-year-old boy at my side. As I was about to walk around a big mud puddle in front of us and I had an unconscious assumption that he would walk around with me.
But, at that moment, I had a sudden flashback and remembered that I used to be a three-year-old boy. That’s the moment, I just barely managed to grab his arms and lift him up while he was preparing for his major splashdown in the center of the nastiest mud puddle on the street. My flashback prevented both of us from having our nice clothes drenched in nasty mud. It was a close call.
I couldn’t get mad at him; he was a three-year-old. It was my responsibility to remember that I used to be one, too. If his mother, grandmother, or great aunt had been with him, there would have been disaster and recriminations.