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So, amphibian... You is start life wid tail, live underwater.
Den one day--POOF--you lose tail, live on land...
How you essplain?
I DUNNO
I GUESS
JUST
EVOLUTION?
HOW WOULD YOU EXPLAIN IT?
Mebbe you worship Satan?
OKAY, DAD,
TIME TO GO.
Show us
your horns,
leetle
devil frog.

HEY, DAD, I KNOW YOU THINK AMPHIBIANS ARE SHIFTY AND UNTRUSTWORTHY, BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW I'VE BECOME FRIENDS WITH ONE. HE'S FREDDY THE FROG, AND I'D LIKE YOU TO TREAT HIM WITH RESPECT.
SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE
JUST MAKING SURE HE NO STEAL SILVERWARE.

MY STUPID KNOW-IT-ALL COUSIN FROM NEW ORLEANS WANTS TO VISIT ME... HE'S THAT GUY WHO EVEN WHEN HE ASKS A QUESTION JUST DOES IT SO HE CAN SHOW YOU WHAT HE KNOWS.
ISN'T HE THAT ONE FROM THE GARDEN DISTRICT WHERE ALL THE WEALTHY TOBACCO, COTTON AND SUGAR MERCHANTS BUILT THEIR HOMES ALONG ST. CHARLES AVENUE IN THE 1840s AND '50s WHEN NEW ORLEANS HAS THE SECOND BIGGEST PORT IN THE UNITED STATES?
ISN'T SUGAR THE THING I'M ABOUT TO JAM UP YOUR NOSE?
CHECK PLEASE.
YES! YES! THAT IS SUGAR!

Hey, Rat. It's me, Pig. What's going on?
Chill. I know what I'm doing.
'ZITS' WINS EVERY SINGLE NEWSPAPER COMICS POLL. BUT 'PEARLS' DOESN'T.
SO I'M GONNA BE JEREMY.
AND YOU'RE HIS DAD.
WITH ANY LUCK, WE'LL CONFUSE THE MARKETPLACE AND PEOPLE WILL THINK 'PEARLS' IS THAT GREAT STRIP ABOUT A TEENAGER AND HIS PARENTS.
But what if people catch on?
CAN'T HAPPEN. WE LOOK EXACTLY LIKE 'ZITS'.
Hey, where all da zeebas?
I THINK IT HAPPENED.
CUT!!

WHAT DO YOU HAVE THERE, RAT?
WEDDING PRESENT. I HAVE TO GO TO ONE OF MY STUPID COUSINS' WEDDINGS.
YOU LEFT THE PRICE TAG ON.
I DID? THEN I PROBABLY DIDN'T NEED TO INCLUDE THAT NOTE.
"HEY, MORONS... I SPENT $125 ON YOUR WEDDING PRESENT."
I LIKE MY GENEROSITY TO BE NOTED.

HEY THERE, PIG... I RUSHED RIGHT OVER WHEN YOU TOLD ME YOU HAD SOME GREAT NEWS.
I DO. BUT IT'S NOT GOOD.
YOU SAID IT WAS GREAT.
GRATE. I BOUGHT THE WRONG SIZE FOR MY BARBECUE.
EVEN I'M BEGINNING TO HATE YOU.

HERE'S YOUR MAIL, PIG. ALL JUNK, I'M AFRAID. CATALOGS, CREDIT CARD OFFERS COUPONS.
THAT'S OKAY, MAILMAN MIKE. JUST PUT IT ON THE PATH THERE.
THE PATH? SURE, IF YOU WANT. BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'D--
FOOOSH
SORRY ABOUT THE SLEEVE.
WANT HIM TO BURN THE STUFF IN YOUR TRUCK, TOO?
UH... NO THANKS

IF YOU COULD EITHER FLY OR BE INVISIBLE, WHICH WOULD YOU PICK ?
I'D BE INVISIBLE.
HOW COME ?
BECAUSE WHEN I FLY, THEY NEVER GIVE ME ENOUGH PEANUTS.
NEVER MIND.
AND WHAT’S WITH THE LUGGAGE RESTRICTIONS ?

WHO'S YOUR FRIEND, PIG?
JEAN CLAUDE THE HORSE. HE'S A WORLD-FAMOUS SCULPTOR AND THAT'S ONE OF HIS MASTERWORKS. BUT BE CAREFUL. IT'S SUPER DELICATE.
LET ME JUST HOLD IT.
PUT IT DOWN! PUT IT DOWN!
BLAM BLAM BLAM
THUD
WELL, NOW THAT WAS AN UNFORTUNATE EXPRESSION.

WHY DO WE
HAVE TO CLEAN
OUT OUR STUPID
CATCH-ALL DRAWER
ANYWAYS?
BECAUSE IT'S
BEEN SO LONG
WE DON'T EVEN
KNOW WHAT'S
IN THERE.
WHADDYA MEAN WE DON'T
KNOW? EVERYONE'S CATCH-ALL
DRAWER HAS ALL THE SAME
STUFF... OLD LIGHTER... DEAD
BATTERY...STRANGE KEY...
ADMITTEDLY, THE
AMISH MAN WAS
A BIT UNUSUAL.

YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP
WHY DO PEOPLE INSIST ON HAVING ANNOYING RINGTONES?
I DON’T KNOW, BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU?
YOU COULD OUT-ANNOY THEM, SAY, WITH A RINGTONE OF A BELCHING MAN SCRAPING HIS NAILS ACROSS A CHALKBOARD WHILE RIDING A SOUPED-UP HARLEY WITH HIS CRYING BABY.
UUUUURRRP EEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK VRRROOOM WAHHHHH
PARDON ME. I HAVE A CALL.

HIYA, PIG... MEET MISTER MUFFATONI, THE PUPPET ON A STICK WHO MAKES SNAP JUDGMENTS ABOUT WHO HE LIKES
SNAP JUDGMENTS? MEANING QUICK?
I'D SAY SO.

2:52 Sipped coffee.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
RECORDING MY EVERY ACTION SO FUTURE BIOGRAPHIES WILL HAVE AN ACCURATE RECORD OF MY EVERY MOVE.
DON'T YOU THINK IT'S A LITTLE ARROGANT TO ASSUME THAT ONE DAY PEOPLE WILL WANT TO CHRONICLE YOUR LIFE?
2:53 Silenced doubters.

WHAT ARE YOU READING?
THIS COMEDIAN'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY. HE TALKS A LOT ABOUT GROWING UP AND HOW HIS PARENTS MESSED HIM UP.
INTERESTING. SO HIS PARENTS MESSED HIM UP, HUH? I DON'T SUPPOSE THAT'S A LITTLE BIT LIKE THE STORY OF, UHH...
EVERY OTHER PERSON ON THE PLANET??
I THINK I KNOW WHY YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE IS SO HIGH.
BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY MORONS?

What's the "WALL STREET JOURNAL"?
AHAHA WHOA AHAHA... YESTERDAY, YOU HAD GUARD DUCK TORCH MY NEW YORK TIMES WITH A FLAME THROWER BECAUSE IT DIDN'T HAVE COMICS! IS THAT WHY YOU'RE ASKING?
NO, NO, NO. JUST BECAUSE A NEWSPAPER DOESN'T HAVE A COMICS SECTION IS NO REASON TO BURN IT WITH A FLAME THROWER.
GREAT... THANKS.
FIRE IN THE HOLE!!
HAND GRENADES ARE NOT AN IMPROVEMENT.
THEN READ A PAPER WITH COMICS, TRAITOR.
BE LOYAL TO THE ART FORM, SIR.

EXCUSE ME, GOAT, BUT IS THAT THE "NEW YORK TIMES" YOU'RE PERUSING?
YES. WHY?
NO COMICS SECTION.
SUPPORT OUR OWN, SIR.

Okay, woomun, lesteen...Crocs geet wheels. Run over deer. Eet.
THAT'S A GOLF CART, LARRY. IT'S NOT GONNA RUN OVER ANYTHING.
Whoa whoa whoa, Ms. Larry. Dat no true.
Me run over beetle.
Next time me do talking, Bob.
Hey, whuhn you know...leetle guy still alive.

BOB! BOB! Guess whuhh me see.
Whuh?
Dead deer. On highway. Stoopid tings try run across. Geer hit.
Dead deer taste gud.
Me know dat, Bob. So go steal beeegest truck possible. We zoom down highway. Run over beeeeg deer herd.
How 'bout YOU go run across highway, Bob?
GIMME BACK THE CART, PIG.
Peese no hit me, Man-e-en-Funny-Pants.

EXCUSE ME, SIR, BUT WOULD YOU LIKE TO SUPPORT OUR CAUSE? MAYBE SIGN SOME OF OUR PETITIONS?
I'M SORRY. I'M NOT VERY POLITICAL.
OH, PLEASE, SIR...WE'VE BEEN OUT HERE IN THE HOT SUN ALL DAY. COULD YOU AT LEAST JUST WEAR ONE OF OUR SHIRTS OR SOMETHING?
ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, FINE.
THIS IS AWKWARD.

SORRY I'M LATE, GOAT. THERE WAS SOME CONSTRUCTION, SO I HAD TO WALK A DIFFERENT WAY.
THAT'S OKAY. HEY, I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET MY FRIEND, CHRIS…CHRIS, THIS IS PIG.
PIG, HUH? WHAT DO YOU GO BY?
THE CHEESE STORE AND THE BAKERY.
A NAME, PIG…HE'S LOOKING FOR A NAME.
OH. I THINK IT'S LOU'S CHEESE STORE. THEY HAVE VERY GOOD CHEESE.
NEVER MIND.

MY NEIGHBOR, MR. DEATH, STARTED A SHOE REPAIR BUSINESS. IT'S PRETTY CONVENIENT. HE PICKS UP THE WORN-OUT SHOES RIGHT FROM THE CUSTOMERS' HOMES.
HOW'S THAT GOING?
NOT SO WELL.
WHY NOT?
I'VE COME FOR YOUR SOLE.

HEY, PIGITA... MY NEIGHBORS BOB AND BETTY ASKED IF WE'D BE INTERESTED IN DOING SOMETHING WITH THEM.
I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THEM.
WELL, FOR ONE THING, THEY'RE SWINGERS.
SHE DOESN'T APPROVE OF YOUR LIFESTYLE.

WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, PIG?
IT'S MY NEIGHBOR, JUAN.
HE'S SO RUDE TO PEOPLE, BUT I DON'T THINK HE
REALIZES IT.
WELL, IT CAN BE PAINFUL FOR SOME PEOPLE TO SEE THEMSELVES AS THEY TRULY ARE.
SO IT ACHES JUAN TO KNOW JUAN?
SURELY, YOU CAN DO BETTER.

WELL, GOAT, I'M OFF... I JOINED TOASTMASTERS INTERNATIONAL AND HAVE MY FIRST MEETING.
GOOD FOR YOU, PIG. ARE YOU GOING TO IMPROVE YOUR PUBLIC SPEAKING SKILLS?
IT APPEARS THERE'S BEEN A MISUNDERSTANDING.

HEY, NEIGHBOR WILLY! WAIT TO GOING TO MARS?
CAN'T. HAVE TO STUDY.
WHY?
I NEED A 4.6 G.P.A.
WHAT FOR?
TO GET INTO A TOP-TIER, IVY LEAGUE SCHOOL.
WHERE, IF I WORK REALLY HARD, I CAN GET A DEGREE AND THEN A SIX-FIGURE JOB.
WHERE, IF I WORK EVEN HARDER, I CAN MAKE A LOT OF MONEY FOR MANY YEARS.
WHICH, IF EVERYTHING GOES RIGHT, WILL ALLOW ME TO RETIRE COMFORTABLY AT 65.
THEN WHAT?
THEN MAYBE I'LL HAVE A COUPLE YEARS LEFT BEFORE I DIE.