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Danny Donkey went to a "Save the Planet" rally.
If the world is filled with lies and greed and war should we try to save it?
The people stood in awe.
We shouldn't!!
WE SHOULDN'T!!
People gave long speeches. They denounced lies and greed and war. They gave everyone hope.
Everyone cheered. Everyone agreed we had to save the planet.
Danny Donkey grabbed the microphone.
"Why?" he asked.
And with that, the crowd roared. And the "Save the Planet" rally became the "Destroy the Planet" rally.
Save the Planet
THIS IS YOUR "CELEBRATE EARTH DAY" BOOK?
HEY, THOSE PEOPLE ARE CELEBRATING.
I'M GONNA GO CUT DOWN A TREE RIGHT NOW!!

SOME PEOPLE THINK THE KEY TO HAPPINESS IS TO LIVE EVERY DAY LIKE IT'S YOUR LAST DAY ON EARTH.
THAT'S THE KEY?
THAT'S WHAT THEY SAY.
OKAY. HANG ON.
MA? ... IT'S ME. BAD NEWS. I'M DYING. GOODBYE.
DYING?! OH GAAAHHD!!
SO FAR, NOT A LOT OF HAPPINESS.

Whuh you watching, Larry
Some kind nature show, but me no unnerstann.
Whuh you no unnerstann?
Dese beeg beast guys fight for terrytory, but no one bother eet striped guys running round.
What point of dat?
It’s called football, Dad. And you can’t eat the referees.
Laagame.

THE COUNTY LIBRARIANS ARE AT THE DOOR. THEY SAY YOU HAVE AN OVERDUE BOOK.
TELL 'EM I'LL GIVE IT TO 'EM WHEN I'M GOOD AND READY.
THEY'D LIKE IT NOW.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PIG?
I HAVE TO GIVE A SPEECH NEXT WEEK, SO I'M PRACTICING IT IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR TO BUILD UP MY CONFIDENCE.
WHY BOTHER? YOU STINK.
IT'S NOT HELPING.

I'M REALLY WORRIED ABOUT THE SIZE OF OUR NATIONAL DEBT AND ALL OF OUR GOVERNMENT SPENDING.
YOU KNOW, EVERY TIME SOMEONE DISCUSSES THESE ISSUES, THEY ALWAYS LIKE TO CONVENIENTLY IGNORE THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM.
YOU MEAN SOCIAL SECURITY?
I MEAN THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM.
I LIKE TO DISCUSS ISSUES, TOO.
CRUSH HIM, TINY.
CHECK, PLEASE.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, RAT?
I AM CARRYING AROUND A WINDOW. I CALL IT STEP ONE OF MY GRAND PLAN TO ISOLATE MYSELF FROM A WORLD I DO NOT LIKE.
BUT HOW CAN YOU DO THAT? THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH SO MANY INTERESTING PEOPLE… PEOPLE WHO’D LIKE TO MEET YOU… PEOPLE WHO’D LIKE TO TALK TO YOU…
I CALL THIS ‘STEP TWO.’

GOOD MORNING, SIR. I WANT TO GIVE YOU MY HELMET, SIR… I’M GIVING UP THE ARMY LIFE.
WHY?
MAURA, SIR… SHE’S BACK IN MY LIFE… WE’RE GONNA TRAVEL THE WORLD… I’M A CHANGED DUCK.
OH, I’LL GUARD DUCK. YOU EVEN SHAVED.
PERMISSION TO HUG YOU GOODBYE, SIR?
OH, AND ONE MORE THING, SIR. I LEFT YOU A LITTLE NOTE ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER. I WANT YOU TO READ IT WHEN I’M GONE.
OH NO, I’LL GUARD DUCK. I CAN’T TAKE A GOODBYE NOTE. IS IT A GOODBYE NOTE?
IT’S A LIST OF WHERE I BURIED THE MINES, SIR.
OH.
YOU’LL WANT TO KEEP TO THIS SIDE OF THE BEGONIAS, SIR.

WHY ARE YOU SITTING IN A BUCKET?
BECAUSE THE WORLD IS ENDING AND I WANT TO SURVIVE.
WHAT WILL SITTING IN A BUCKET DO?
WHENEVER YOU SEE PICTURES OF A TRAGEDY, NONE OF THE VICTIMS ARE EVER SITTING IN A BUCKET.
SO?
SO GUYS WHO SIT IN BUCKETS MUST DO FINE.
PERHAPS I CHOSE A BAD BUCKET.

OKAY, GUYS. IT SEEMS LIKE WITH OIL, FOOD AND ALL THE OTHER WORLD'S COMMODITIES, NEWSPAPER INK IS NOW IN SHORT SUPPLY.
SO ?
SO THAT MEANS CUTBACKS. LIKE TODAY, NO PANEL LINES.
THAT'S NOT SO BAD. CAN WE DO ANYTHING ELSE ?
NEXT TIME KEEP YOUR FAT MOUTH SHUT.
LOOK! MY IDEAL BODY WEIGHT !

SO WHY HAVE YOU CHOSEN TO BECOME AN ARCHITECT, FRANK LLOYD RAT?
I SHALL EXPLAIN THROUGH THE USE OF THIS GRAPHIC HELD ALOFT BY MY ASSISTANT. YOU SEE, THIS IS I, THE ARCHITECT... I SOAR TO THE HEAVENS ALONGSIDE MY NOBLE EDIFICES.
WHO ARE THOSE GUYS PULLING YOU DOWN?
WE CALL THEM 'CLIENTS.'
UNHAND MY WINGS, YE PETTY LITTLE BEAN COUNTERS.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, RAT?
I AM FRANK LLOYD RAT, MASTER ARCHITECT, AND THIS IS A SCALE MODEL OF MY LATEST MASTERPIECE, AN OFFICE BUILDING MADE OF NOTHING BUT ROTATING CHEESE
THIS COULD REALLY BE HARD TO BUILD.
MY ENGINEER IS QUITE LAME.

Pig's Goals for Next Summer:
Cool off with fabulous vacation at seaside resort in Cancun. Body surf in Caribbean. Snorkel off Cozumel reef. Drink mai tais by hotel pool.
DUDE, THOSE VACATIONS COST LIKE FIVE GRAND. YOU MIGHT WANT TO BE A LITTLE MORE REALISTIC.
Sit in backyard and hope sprinkler hits me.

HEUO?
HI, PIG… IT'S ME, PIGITA… ARE YOU TAKING ME TO DINNER TONIGHT OR NOT?
I'D LOVE TO, PIGITA, BUT WITH ALL THE EXTRA MONEY I'VE BEEN SPENDING ON GAS, I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH CASH TO BUY US BOTH A BIG DINNER.
FINE, YOU BIG LOSER CHEAPSKATE. WE CAN GO DUTCH.
HOW DOES THIS HELP?

MAURA... YOU CAME BACK.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY... I LOVED YOU... BUT YOU LEFT ME. I SHOULD HATE YOU.
I DO HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU... NEVER... DO YOU UNDERSTAND "NEVER"?
GO AWAY! GET! GO! GO GO GO GET GO!
KIIIIIIISSS LOVE
ALL IS FORGIVEN.

Despondent, the buttocks wept.
Wow, nice. You're still writing a novel with a "buttocks" for a protagonist... gee, why don't you write a really ambiguous ending where your despondent buttocks drives his car off a cliff? Did he do it intentionally? Did he secretly want to die? Gosh, who knows? It's a masterpiece. They all have ambiguous endings... we can debate it for years.
No true literary genius has ever escaped the contempt of his peers. I do not expect my situation to be different... now run along.
Mocking the warning of the certified Midas brake specialist, the buttocks drove to the mountains.

The buttocks hated the holidays, for holidays meant family. And there was nothing worse than a family of buttocksesses.
I'M SORRY, RAT, I DON'T MEAN TO BE A CRITIC... BUT THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A "FAMILY OF BUTTOCKSESSES."
buttockesses.
butti

The frustrated buttocks abandoned his family.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
I AM WRITING THE NEXT GREAT AMERICAN NOVEL. IT CONCERNS A BUTTOCKS WHO ABANDONS HIS FAMILY.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THERE’S NOT A SINGLE PUBLISHER ON THIS PLANET WHO’S GONNA PUBLISH A BOOK ABOUT A “BUTTOCKS WHO ABANDONS HIS FAMILY.”
For commercial reasons, the buttocks returned home.

HELLO, RAT... IT'S ME, THE CHRISTMAS TREE GIRL... I'M GOING TO A PARTY AND I'D LIKE YOU TO COME.
CAN'T... I'M STUCK IN A BIG, FAT CLOUD OF DEPRESSION.
WELL, THAT'S SILLY. IF YOU'RE DEPRESSED, A PARTY IS JUST WHAT YOU NEED. COME. TALK TO PEOPLE.
PAKISTAN HAS THE BOMB AND WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE.
LET'S GO.

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU, RAT?
I AM STUCK IN A BIG, DARK CLOUD OF DEPRESSION.
RELAX.. FOCUS ON SOMETHING HAPPY.. LIKE THINK ABOUT PAST CHRISTMASES YOU'VE SPENT WITH YOUR FAMILY.
PLEASE. NO MORE SUGGESTIONS.

Gud news, gentlemuun... Nuckular bomb have been sussesfully esploaded by Floyd, who some- how survive.
So how 'bout beeg round of applause for Floyd?
WooHoo
Yeah
Tank you. Tank you.
Tank you.

HEY, GUARD DUCK, WHATCHA DOIN'?
GIVING UP ON MAURA, SIR.
BUT YOU LOVE HER.
NOT ANYMORE, SIR...I'VE WAITED YEARS FOR HER TO RETURN FROM HER WINTER MIGRATION. AND THERE'S BEEN NO TRACE OF HER.
SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
GIVING YOU HER PICTURES. I WANT YOU TO BURN THEM. I AM NO LONGER LOOKING FOR MAURA. I AM NO LONGER LOOKING FOR LOVE. I AM NO LONGER LOOKING FOR ANYTHING.
LIFE IS FUNNY, SIR.

ALRIGHT, FATHER MOLE, I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU AND ALL YOUR BOGUS TALK ABOUT REDEMPTION AND THE END OF THE WORLD AND STRANGE CREATURES DESCENDING FROM THE SKIES! I DON'T NEED YOU AND I DON'T NEED YOUR STUPID FORGIVENESS!
padre...
FATHER, FORGIVE ME.

GOOD NEWS, MR. ZEBRA, SIR... THE CROCS GAVE UP ON THE NUKE.
YOU’RE KIDDING! WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO WITH IT?
THEY WERE GONNA WALK IT OUT TO THE DESERT AND EXPLODE IT, BUT IT GOT TOO HEAVY, SO NOW THEY’RE GONNA JUST DROP IT FROM A PLANE.
JUST DROP IT?? HOW WILL THEY CONTROL WHERE IT GOES?
WOOOO-HOO!

LISTEN, FATHER MOUSE... WHAT HAPPENS IF I DON'T GET FORGIVEN FOR ALL THESE SO-CALLED 'SINS'?
THE RAPTURE WILL OCCUR AND ALL THE GOOD FOLK ON EARTH WILL JUST DISAPPEAR..
WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN?
THE GOOD ARE TAKEN INSTANTLY TO HEAVEN, WHILE THE SINNERS LIKE YOU ARE LEFT TO SUFFER ETERNALLY.
JUST KIDDING.