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HI. TODAY I THOUGHT I'D READ YOU A LITTLE SHAKESPEARE FROM THIS BAR STOOL. AHH, YOU SAY, WHERE'S THE HUMOR IN THAT?
I'M READING THE BARD IN A BAR!
OH, GAHH.
MAKE IT STOP.
I COULD HAVE HIM TAKEN OUT, SIR.

OKAY, GUYS, THIS IS IT...THE END OF OUR LEMMING LIVES... IF THERE'S ANYTHING ANY OF YOU WANTED TO DO IN LIFE BUT NEVER DID, NOW IS THE TIME.
TUG TUG
RIP
HOP HOP WOOHOO
AND HE SEEMED SO LAW-ABIDING.

WELL, GUYS, THIS IS IT…THE TIME WHEN WE AS LEMMINGS AFFIRM OUR ETERNAL COMMITMENT TO EACH OTHER BY ALL JUMPING OFF THIS CLIFF AS ONE.
WHOA WHOA WHOA…THIS ISN'T A NATURE WALK*.
YOU REALLY NEED TO START COMING TO MEETINGS, FRED.

WHAT ARE THOSE TWO DOING HERE?
GUARD DUCK HAD AN UNREGISTERED R.P.G... DANNY DONKEY IS THE TOWN DRUNK.
THEN WHO'S LEFT TO CARRY THE HUMOR OF THE STRIP?
WE'RE ALL @*@?!*@# DOOMED.
MAYBE WE COULD JUST RUN BLANK SPACE.

NOW WHYS MY WINDOW OPEN? I THOUGHT - OH, GAND. MAYBE I'VE BEEN ROBBED. I BETTER CALL THE POLICE.
BEEP BEEP BOOP BEEP BOOP BEEP BOOP BEEP
HULLOO, ZEEBA NEIGHA.
THIS HAS TO BE ILLEGAL IN SOME STATE.
KNOW ANY GOOD PRISON SONGS?

LOOK AT THIS IDIOT WHO GOT ARRESTED FOR FLASHING.
WHAT'S FLASHING?
TAKING OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND EXPOSING YOURSELF TO SOME STRANGER.
BUT YOU AND I DON'T WEAR CLOTHES... SO DOES THAT MEAN WE COULD GET IN TROUBLE FOR...
...HEY, LADY!... LOOK AT ME!
NICE GOING.
OH, HEY GUYS.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT... WE HAVE THREE CHARACTERS IN PRISON - SNUFFLES, THE BOOKIE BABY, AND ANDY. IT'S LIKE WE'RE AN EPISODE OF "LOCKUP"
SO WHAT? HAVEN'T YOU EVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG?
OH, SURE, BUT LITTLE THINGS, LIKE GIVING THE CABLE GUY $20 TO GIVE ME FREE HBO. BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THAT KIND OF STUFF?
PERHAPS WE SHOULD FORM A GANG.

OKAY, GUYS, THIS IS IT... THE SAD TRAGIC DAY WHERE WE AS LEMMINGS JUMP FROM THIS HIGH CLIFF TO OUR ETERNAL DESTRUCTION... BOB, YOU GO FIRST.
Wheeeeeeeee
HE ALWAYS DID HAVE A GOOD ATTITUDE.

I'VE FINALLY REACHED THE CONCLUSION THAT I'M JUST NOT FRIENDLY OR SOCIAL ENOUGH.
SO?
SO I'VE INVENTED SOMETHING THAT WILL ALLOW ME TO GO TO PARTIES AND BE SOCIAL, BUT NOT TOO SOCIAL.
WHAT IS IT?
THE FRIENDLY BOX.
HOW'S IT WORK?
I'LL SHOW YOU. PRETEND WE'RE AT A PARTY AND YOU ASK ME A QUESTION.
HEY...UH...HAVE YOU TRIED THE DIP?
NO. NO I HAVE NOT.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
I'M STICKING OUT MY LEG. IT'S WHAT I CALL 'LIMITED SOCIAL INTERACTION.'
WHAT IF IT'S SOMEONE WHO WON'T LOOK AT PARTIES.
COME A LITTLE CLOSER TO THE FRIENDLY BOX AND SAY THAT.
WHAT IF IT'S SOMEBODY WHO'S BEING SOCIAL!

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ANDY, THE HAPPY LIL' CHAINED-UP DOG, AFTER HE ESCAPED TO VISIT HIS DAD IN THE HOSPITAL?
HE GOT CAUGHT.
SO NOW HE'S BACK ON THE CHAIN?
YOU COULD SAY THAT.
OOH! OOH! CAN WE DIG ANOTHER DITCH, SIR?

SO WHAT ARE YOU GUYS GONNA DO ABOUT LARRY, NOW THAT HE'S REINCARNATED AS JEFFY FROM THE 'FAMILY CIRCUS'?
We ask him help make cherries jubalee.
THAT'S ONE WAY TO GET RID OF HIM.
Hope he no come back as Dolly.

Okay, zeeba neighba... You survive island wid Larry, but us interidating cros about make you life much worse.
WHY IS THAT?
'CAUSE MY GRANDPA'S WATCHING OVER US FROM HEAVEN.
You really lowering interidation factor, Larry.

HOW'S LARRY THE CROC DOING SINCE HE RETURNED FROM THE ISLAND WITH ZEBRA?
I THINK HE'S HAVING TROUBLE FITTING IN WITH HIS FELLOW CROCS.
HOW SO?
Mommy! Mommy! My hug tank's on empty.

BAD NEWS, GUYS. OUR TEAM HAS BEEN SUSPENDED FROM COMPETITION.

WHAT FOR?

ONE OF OUR PLAYERS WAS CAUGHT TRYING TO FIX GAMES WITH THE HELP OF A KNOWN GAMBLER.

WHO ON OUR TEAM WOULD DO THAT?

Meow.
HOPE YOU CAN CHANGE DIAPERS.

Hullooo, zeeba neighba...
Leesten...Crocs learn be chef.
Me and assistant Bob make cherries joopelee.
HOW'S THAT GOING?
GOOD, I SEE.
No light hed on fire, Bob.

HEY, PIG.
LEMME BORROW THAT PEN.
OH, GOSH, RAT...I'D LIKE TO.
BUT THOSE ARE SPECIAL PENS.
AND THIS IS MY SECOND TO
LAST ONE.
WHAT'S SO SPECIAL
ABOUT THEM?
THEY'RE THE ULTIMATE WRITING
INSTRUMENT. I USE THEM TO
KEEP SCORE WHEN I PLAY
TEAM FRISBEE. PLUS, THEY
HAVE FAMOUS PEOPLE ON THEM.
WHO'S
ON THAT
ONE?
THAT'S SEAN
PENN. HE'S MY
FAVORITE
ACTOR.
WHERE'D
YOU BUY
THEM?
AT THE
UNIVERSITY
OF...
STOP!
WHAT?
PLEASE DON'T
SAY THE
UNIVERSITY
OF PENNSYLVANIA.
BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE YOUR PENNULTIMATE PENN ULTIMATE ULTIMATE PENN PEN.
DOES THE WORD 'SHAME' MEAN
ANYTHING TO YOU?

HEY, GOAT, HAVE YOU MET MY NEIGHBOR BILL? HE’S THE CATS MEOW.
HE'S A REALLY GREAT GUY.
HIS CAT HAS LARYNGITIS.
MEOW.
WHY ME?
DOG'S GOT IT, TOO.
RUFF.

D'YOU HEAR THAT ZEBRA FINALLY GOT OFF THAT ISLAND?
HE DID? HOW'D HE DO IT?
WELL, LIKE A REMORA ON A SHARK HE HITCHED A RIDE ON AN UNKNOWING HOST.

I GOT ARRESTED FOR ILLEGAL GAMBLING.
OH, NO. WHAT HAPPENED?
THEY LET ME GO 'CAUSE I ROLLED OVER. TALKED. GAVE 'EM ALL THE INFO THEY WANTED ON THE PEOPLE THEY WANTED.
WHAT PEOPLE?
I WANT A LAWYER AND A CHOO CHOO TRAIN.

Okay zeeba neighba... leesten. You starving. Me get
reearnated as crad. But eating me be big mesteake.
WHY IS THAT?
Becuss who know whut me come back as? After all, dis
is comeecs page.
YEAH, WELL, IT CAN'T BE ANY WORSE THAN THE IDIOT
CRAB YOU WERE BEFORE.
MUNCH
MUNCH
MUNCH
MUNCH
Me beg to differ.

WELL, MR. BUNNY, I SUPPOSE YOU'LL BE HAPPY TO HEAR THAT DURING THE RESORT'S "SPIRITUALITY AND REINCARNATION" RETREAT, OUR SOCIAL ACTIVITIES DIRECTOR WAS EATEN BY A SHARK.
LARRY THE CROC IS DEAD?!
WELL, SORT OF.
Stoopid reencarnashun.

WELL, MR. WHINY, GOOD NEWS...
FOOD? RESCUE?
NO...THE RESORT'S GONNA HOLD A SPIRITUAL RETREAT WITH AN EMPHASIS ON THE ETERNAL SOUL AND PERFECTION THROUGH REINCARNATION.
HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP ME WHEN I'M STARVING...
MAYBE YOU CAN COME BACK AS A CHEESEBURGER.

Elly Elephant went on a date.
Her date talked about himself.
And talked about himself.
And talked about himself.
"I wonder if he even knows I'm here," wondered Elly.
So Elly stood on her head.
And hung from the chandelier.
And lit her head on fire.
And finally noticed.
Is it me or does it feel warm in here?
Elly Elephant roasted her date like a marshmallow.
I know your romance novels don't sell well.
YEAH. WHO DOESN'T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS?
MAKE HIM A SMORE! MAKE HIM A SMORE!

HEY THERE, RAT. DID YOU HEAR GOAT PRACTICING HIS SINGING? HE'S TAKING VOICE LESSONS.
I DID. HE REALLY HAS A GOLDEN VOICE.
YOU THINK?
YEAH. IT SOUNDS LIKE GOLD BRICKS BEING HURLED DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS.
SO THAT'S WHAT THAT EXPRESSION MEANS.
NO.
WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY?

OKAY, RAT, I’VE TRIED TO BE PATIENT, BUT A GUY’S GOTTA HONOR HIS GAMBLING DEBTS OR ELSE PAY THE PRICE AND YOU, MY FRIEND, HAVE TO PAY…
WHOA WHOA WHOA, BOOKIE BABY LISTEN…I’VE GOT YOUR CASH…I JUST—
NAP TIME.