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HI. WE'RE THE MOLES. WE'RE LOOKING FOR THE CONFERENCE ROOM THAT HAS OUR SEMINAR: "LIVING ABOVEGROUND: A SUNNY ALTERNATIVE OR TOO BLIND TO SURVIVE?"
Tank you, Bejeezeus.

HEADS UP TODAY, RAT. WE'VE GOT SOME CORPORATION HERE FOR THEIR RETREAT, AND F.Y.I., I HEAR THEY'RE A LITTLE STRANGE...
STRANGE HOW?
Wheech way sweeming pool?

Hullo, zeeba neighba. Dis is Larry. He is sad orphan baby. Maybe you geev heem home as part of our Adotp-A-Croc program.
THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO A BABY. YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO GET A CROC INTO MY HOUSE.
Oh, zeeba... No say tings like dat. You hoit Larry feeling.
Shhhhh, Larry... He no mean it. He know you a baby. Here, show heem, Larry, how beeg baby boiplfroceem.
GLUG GLUG GLUG
UUUUUURPP
Dat not right bottle, Larry.
But dis one take me to happy place, Bob.

OKAY, SNUFFLES. I'M LETTING YOU OUT OF YOUR CAGE, BUT ONLY BECAUSE YOU'VE TOLD ME ALL THE BAD CAT THINGS YOU'VE BEEN DOING AT NIGHT AND PROMISED NEVER TO DO THEM AGAIN.
SO IF THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE YOU'RE HIDING, LIKE ANY MORE W.M.D.'S OR VIDEOS YOU MADE IN CAVES, I NEED TO KNOW NOW.
Meow.
Curse you, backstabbing kitty.

HEY THERE, FELLA, CUTE CAT... WHY YOU GOT HIM IN A CAGE?
OH. HE'S BEEN BAD.
YEAH, I HAD A BAD CAT ONCE... RIPPED UP ONE OF THE LEGS ON OUR COUCH... WHAT DID YOUR LI'L GUY DO?
SOLD NUCLEAR TECHNOLOGY TO THE SYRIANS.
BAD KITTY.

Who is it?
LARRY, IT'S ME, PATTY...I'VE DECIDED TO COME BACK HOME. JUNIOR MISSES YOU AND YOUR BROTHER TELLS ME YOU'VE FALLEN APART. HE SAYS YOU'RE SCARED AND YOU'RE BUILDING FORTS OUT OF EMPTY K.F.C BUCKETS.
Dat beeg lie.
FINE, LARRY...I BELIEVE YOU... JUST LET ME IN AND WE CAN BEGIN ANEW.
Geev me meenute.

Hullo. My wife leave me... Say she come back if me get job keeling zeeba... Peese geev job.
Okay. But first we is ask question... Is you qvaleefied?
Whoa. Me no expek pop quiz.
Mebbe ansuer no.

OKAY, SNUFFLES, THE F.B.I. RELEASED ME FROM PRISON ON THE CONDITION THAT I GET A CONFESSION FROM YOU AS TO ALL YOUR MYSTERIOUS NIGHTTIME ACTIVITIES...
NOW I KNOW ABOUT THE ARMS YOU SOLD TO THE SYRIANS AND THE PAKISTANIS, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER INVOLVEMENT WITH THESE GUYS, DO YOU?...
Meow.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MADE A VIDEO YOU NOW SORT OF REGRET?
Meow to you, great Satan.

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE IN JAIL, ZEBRA.
I CAN'T EITHER, PIG... TO THINK THAT MY LIL' CAT, SNUFFLES, HAS BEEN STOCKPILING W.M.D.... SOME OF THE STUFF HE'S HAD FOR FIVE YEARS.
FIVE YEARS? WHERE'D HE EVEN GET IT?
HIDE THESE.

DING DONG
CAN I HELP YOU?
HELLO, SIR... WE'RE FROM THE F.B.I... YOU'RE UNDER ARREST...
FOR WHAT?
HARBORING TERRORISTS... IT APPEARS A MEMBER OF YOUR HOUSEHOLD HAS BEEN STOCKPILING W.M.D...
WHAT?! I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANOTHER MEMBER OF MY HOUSEHOLD... IT'S JUST ME AND MY LITTLE CAT SNUFFLES.
MEOOOW
I ALWAYS WONDERED WHERE HE WENT AT NIGHT.

EVERY TIME I'M WITH MY MOM, SHE MAKES ME FEEL FAT.
HOW DOES SHE DO THAT?
SHE SAYS, "YOU'RE FAT."
YOU ASK SILLY QUESTIONS.

MORNING, SIR...WE HAD SOME FIRE IN THE GREEN ZONE THIS MORNING, SIR.
THE GREEN ZONE? WHAT'S THE GREEN ZONE?
THE FRONT LAWN, SIR. BUT NO WORRIES, SIR. I SQUEEZED OFF A COUPLE R.P.G.'S AND NEUTRALIZED THE THREAT, SIR.
WHO DID YOU NEUTRALIZE?
Me have had better days.

Hey, Frank...How you like be my new gun instructor? You juss need stand in field, hold dis over head.
Me thought Bob you instructor.
Oh. Bob out on leave.
Leave? How long he on leave?
Pretty long.

What is you doing, Larry?
Wife leave me. She not come back 'til me keel zeeba. So me is gonna keel zeeba.
What is Bob do?
Bob my gun instructor. Teach me how shoot straight.
Dat not gud job, Bob.

I'M LEAVING YOU, LARRY... I'M TIRED OF SHARING A BED WITH A FAILURE.
Oh, yeah? Well, me leaving you.
LEAVING ME? WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME?
You cheat on me.
I'VE NEVER CHEATED ON YOU IN MY LIFE.
OH? Who dis failure you share bed with?
NEVER MIND, LARRY!
GEEV ME NAME, WOOMUN! GEEV ME NAME!!

LARRY, THAT WAS MY SISTER PENNY
ON THE PHONE... HER HUSBAND PETE
KILLED THREE WATER BUFFALO AND
A GAZELLE LAST WEEK...
Beeg
woop.
BIG WHOOP?? TELL
ME, LARRY. WHAT
DID YOU KILL
LAST WEEK?
Timmy,
Da Terror
of da
Trees!
PLEASE DON'T TELL ME
THAT'S THE NAME YOU'VE
GIVEN THE LITTLE SQUIRREL
YOU ACCIDENTALLY BACKED
OVER WITH YOUR CAR.
Hey.
Dat
was
planned.

Danny Donkey was sad.
Sad because everyone around him was good-looking. And he was not.
So Danny Donkey went to a genie and asked to be good-looking.
"You asked to be good-looking"
"That is too much work on my part," said the genie, "But I can give you this."
And with that, the genie handed over what appeared to be some magical rod, and told Danny what it was and how to use it.
And so, later that day, Danny went out and hit every good-looking person he could find with his very own Ugly Stick.
Because, kids, if you can't make yourself better, make those around you worse.
"THIS NOT GOING IN A CHILDREN'S BOOK."
HEY. MAYBE I GOT HIT BY THAT THING.

HEY THERE, ART...
WHAT'S WRONG?
I PUBLISHED A STORY LAST MONTH THAT 'LIFE' MAGAZINE IS SAYING I RIPPED OFF FROM THEM. BUT I DISAGREE. I THINK THEY GOT THE IDEA FROM ME.
WOW... THAT RAISES A TOUGH QUESTION.
WHAT'S THE TOUGH QUESTION?
DOES ART IMITATE 'LIFE,' OR DOES 'LIFE' IMITATE ART?
I LOATHE THIS COMIC STRIP.

HEY CONCIERGE, I NEED HELP AND I'M IN A HURRY, SO LISTEN UP. I'M THINKING OF SURPRISING MY WIFE WITH ONE OF THOSE SWEATERS FROM THE HOTEL GIFT SHOP... ANY IDEA WHAT SIZE SHE MIGHT BE ?
IS 'FAT' A SIZE?
I GUESS NOT.

RAT, THE HELPFUL CONCIERGE
I'M SORRY, BUT I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD HELP ME GET A, YOU KNOW, 'DATE' FOR THE EVENING? MY WIFE IS HOMELY AND BLAND AND SHE EMASCULATES ME.
I'M SORRY, SIR, BUT I CAN BARELY HEAR YOU WITH THAT BAG ON YOUR HEAD... YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO REMOVE IT.
TED? TED FORTH? FROM THE COMIC STRIP 'SALLY FORTH'??
O.K., SEE, THAT'S WHY I HAD THE BAG ON.
SALLY'S GONNA BE MAAAAAAAD.

HEY, CONCIERGE... I NEED TO GET MY BED MADE UP.
FINE. WHY DON'T YOU JUST TELL HOUSE-KEEPING?
WHY DON'T I TELL **YOU** AND **YOU** TELL HOUSE-KEEPING?
WHY DON'T I TELL **YOU** YOUR NOSE COULD PROVIDE SHADE FOR A FAMILY OF CORPULENT GYPSIES?
WHY DON'T I TALK TO YOUR MANAGER?
BECAUSE HE MIGHT FIND OUT ABOUT YOUR FREERIDING GYPSIES.

Bad news, employees. We run out of money. Dis mean layoffs.
Dat best part of job.

AT 'EEF TZEEB' HEADQUARTERS
Hey, we crocs is need health care plan in case we is get sick.
Okay. Here our plan.
If you is get sick, mebbe you dies.
Dat sound reasonable.

Meester C.E.O., Me just want say you sooo smart.
Ohh, have box o’monies.
Meester C.E.O., Me just want say you stneeking genius.
Ohh, have box o’monies.
Meester C.E.O., No you see? Deese is booty kissers. Dey just say for monies.
And dat tie sooo bootiful.
And have two box o’monies.

GOT ANY PLANS FOR TOMORROW, RAT?
WHAT'S TOMORROW?
EASTER!
EASTER? WHO GETS EXCITED OVER EASTER?