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WHAT'S ALL THIS?
I BUILT A BOMB SHELTER IN OUR BACKYARD AND STOCKED IT WITH CANS OF CHILI. NOW, IF A BIG BOMB GOES OFF AND EVERYONE DIES, I CAN SURVIVE FOR YEARS.
WHAT ABOUT ME?
HAVE SOME CHILI.

LOOKS LIKE "PEARLS" FINISHED SIXTEENTH OUT OF TWENTY STRIPS IN THIS NEWSPAPER'S COMICS POLL...THE OVER-60s VOTE IS JUST KILLING YOU.
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? DRAW A STRIP LIKE "PICKLES" ABOUT A COUPLE OF OLDER PEOPLE JUST TO PICK UP VOTES?
"PICKLES" FINISHED FIRST.
I LOST MY GLASSES, OPAL.
CHECK YOUR FACE, EARL.

DAD, HOW DID YOU KNOW WHEN YOU FIRST LOVED MOM?
EET WAS BOOTIFUL NIGHT. FULL MOON. WE SAT BY LAKE AND WATCH BOOTIFUL SWANS SWEEM BY.
DID YOU KISS HER?
NO. SHE TOO BUSY KILLING SWANS.
HOW ROMANTIC.
EET WAS LOVE AT FIRST DEATH ROLL.

HELLO, NEIGHBOR FLOYD. AS YOU MAY KNOW, I BECAME MAYOR IN A MILITARY COUP. SADLY, YOU'RE ON MY ENEMIES LIST.
SO WHAT?
WELL, I WANT TO BE A NICE GUY, FLOYD, SO IF YOU'LL JUST PROMISE TO BE A GOOD NEIGHBOR, I'LL TAKE YOU OFF THE LIST. OTHERWISE, I HAVE TO CALL FOR AIR SUPPORT.
I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE MESSING WITH, YOU GADABOUT.
YOU MAKE POOR CHOICES, FLOYD.

WHAT ARE YOU WRITING, PIG?
MY FIRST NOVEL.
CAN I SEE IT?
SURE.
THIS IS A LITTLE STILTED, PIG. YOU EVER TRIED WRITING STREAM-OF-CONSCIOUSNESS?
WHAT IS THAT?
YOU JUST KIND OF LET YOUR THOUGHTS FLOW OUT ON THE PAGE QUICKLY, WITHOUT A LOT OF SELF-EDITING. SOME PEOPLE THINK IT'S THE KEY TO GREAT PROSE.
REALLY?
YEAH...TRY IT.
WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE
Banana dog fig face
Banana pig dog fig face
Banana dog fig face
HOSANNA!
LOOKS LIKE HIS STREAM-OF-CONSCIOUSNESS BECAME A BABBLING BROOK OF BADNESS.
WILL YOU PLEASE
CHEESE! STICKS! CHEESE! STICKS! CHEESE! STICKS!

HEY! WE GOT OUR STRIP BACK!
YEAH. THE GUY WHO LAYS OUT THE COMICS PROMISED THAT AS LONG AS I WATCH IT WITH THE INSULTS, HE'D LEAVE OUR STRIP ALONE.
NO HAVING THE STRIP SLIP? NO PRINTING GRAY? NO FUZZY PANELS? NO COMPRESSING THE IMAGE?
NOPE. I'LL BE GOOD AND DO MY JOB AND IN TURN, HE'LL GO AND DO WHATEVER IT IS A USELESS CRETIN LIKE HIM DOES...
MY, YOU'VE GROWN FAT.

I guess the point is that it's not on.
No, no, no. It's ok. This is fine. It's marcilful.
Will you please apologize to the guy who lays out the newspaper comics page so that he'll stop filling our space with random "get fuzzy" panels?!
I did! I even sent him a case of beer.
Good. Cause I actually met that guy once and I know that he really loves that "redtail ale" stuff. I hope that's what you sent I mean, I hope you didn't cheap out and just send him one of those mass-marketed generic brands...
I'll be in the kitchen scraping off the black marker. I snagged us some generic beer. Cheep beer.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?
I'M WRITING A STUPID LETTER! APOLOGIZING TO THE GUY WHO LAYS OUT THE NEWSPAPER COMICS PAGE!
Then, don't call me lucky charm.
DON'T CALL ME TOOTSIE ROLL.
WHY?? YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG.
I KNOW! I KNOW! BUT THIS GUY'S JUST KNOCKING OUT OUR PANELS AND REPLACING EM WITH RANDOM "GET FUZZY" PANELS!
HAHAHAHA!
I LOVE THAT CLUELESS SATCHEL!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HA... HA... HEH...
HA...
...OH.
I DON'T FEEL LIKE I'M CLUELESS...

WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?
THE PRINTERS THAT SCREWED UP OUR DRUNK MONKEY STRIP YESTERDAY. THOSE IDIOTS ARE GONNA PAY!
HEY, PAL .. "THE IDIOT" FITS.
WHO, YOU CAVING AN IDIOT? PAL?
OH, IS THAT SO, @#%$#? KEEP IT UP, AND MAYBE NEXT TIME, SOMEONE "ACCIDENTALLY" LOSES SOME OF THE PANELS FROM YOUR STRIP AND REPLACES THEM WITH PANELS FROM SOME OTHER STRIP.
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?
YUP. IT'S ON.
WHERE .. WHERE AM I? I MUST BE GOING NUTS.

(Editor’s Note: due to a pagination error, the dialogue from today’s Pearls Before Swine has been inadvertently omitted. From the limited portion that is viewable, it appears that the angry man in panel (5) is scolding an inebriated monkey. For those of you who may be inconvenienced by the omission, we’d like to remind you that the angry man/drunken monkey gag is about as hackneyed as one could imagine in contemporary comedy, and probably offered very little in the way of humor value. Thank you for your patience.)

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STRIP?
THE PRINTER SLIPPED. AND WOULDN'T YOU KNOW IT? IT HAPPENS ON THE ONE DAY WHERE THE JOKE IS PURELY VISUAL!
BUT LOOK AT THESE GREAT COSTUMES! WHAT A WASTE. WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?
WELL... IF NO ONE CAN SEE IT... HOW 'BOUT I GIVE 'EM ONE OF THESE!
AHHH!! YOU CAN'T DO THAT IN THE FUNNIES!
YOU CAN IF THEY CAN'T SEE IT
OH GEE. WELL, IN THAT CASE, LOOK AT THIS!!
THAT'S JUST GROSS, DUDE.
SORRY

HERE'S YOUR "PUPPY CHOW," BIFF.
PUPPY CHOW? HA! WE EAT FOUR BUFFALO TODAY. ME NOT NEED "PUPPY CHOWS!"
BUFFALO, HUH? WHERE'D YOU FIND FOUR BUFFALO?
DEY UP TREES.
YEAH, WELL, I'M JUST LEAVE IT HERE ANYWAY. MAYBE YOU CAN USE IT FOR BUFFALO BAIT.
Whatever floats you boat, Mr. Stevens.
...LEMME GUESS. THEY GOT IT AGAIN.
Doze buffalo ees so darn tricky.

WHY ARE WE GOING BACK TO SEE TEDFORD THE ALL-KNOWING BEAR IF ALL HE EVER GIVES IS FOOPBALL-RELATED ADVICE?
BECAUSE TEDFORD KNOWS EVERYTHING AND NOT ALL OF HIS ADVICE IS FOOTBALL-RELATED. LOOK, THERE HE IS!
OH!!, MIGHTY TEDFORD, MASTER OF ALL KNOWLEDGE, WHAT KIND OF MATE SHOULD I LOOK TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH ?
FIND A GOOD TIGHT END.
THAT COULD GO EITHER WAY.

WHY ARE WE CLIMBING THIS MOUNTAIN?
TO SEE TEDFORD, THE ALL-KNOWING BEAR... HE HAS THE ANSWERS TO ALL OF LIFE'S MYSTERIES.
LOOK... THERE HE IS.
OH, MIGHTY TEDFORD, WHAT IS THE KEY TO ETERNAL HAPPINESS?
AVOID COSTLY TURNOVERS.
MAYBE WE SHOULD COME BACK AFTER FOOTBALL SEASON.

God?.. Dis is Larry.
My neighba... He an idiot... Peese kill him... Me will love you forevah.
Buddha?.. Dis is Larry...

I BELIEVE YOUR SUCCESS IN LIFE IS DETERMINED BY THE NUMBER OF HITS YOU GET WHEN YOU "GOOGLE" YOUR OWN NAME. NOT SURPRISINGLY, A SEARCH FOR "RAT" AND "PEARLS BEFORE SWINE" PRODUCES A WHOPPING 75,000 HITS...
HAHHAHA...WHAT A FUNNY COINCIDENCE, BECAUSE JUST YESTERDAY, I THOUGHT I'D HAVE SOME FUN, SO I "GOOGLED" "PIG" AND "PEARLS BEFORE SWINE" AND IT PRODUCED -- HA HA -- 12,000 HITS!!... ISN'T THAT THE SWEETEST THING?
YOUR EGO IS OUT OF CONTROL.

BAD NEWS... THE ELECTION FOR MAYOR IS MOOT.
MOOT? HOW CAN IT BE MOOT?
THERE'S BEEN A COUP.
A COUP?! WHO THE HECK WOULD LAUNCH A STUPID COUP FOR THE MAYOR'S OFFICE??
COULD SOMEONE PLEASE BRING ME MY "ENEMIES LIST"?

THE MAYORAL DEBATES
MY OPPONENT IS SOFT ON RAINBOWS!
MY OPPONENT MAKE FRIEND WITH EDIBLE ANEMALS!!
MY OPPONENT WEARS THONG UNDERWEAR WITH TINY LITTLE RAINBOWS ALL OVER THEM!!
HA! ME NO EVEN WEAR UNDERWEAR! LOOK!!
SEE... THIS IS WHY I DON'T VOTE.
HAHAHA... NO UNDERWEAR! HE'S GOT HIM THERE!

HI..WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I'D LIKE A REALLY LARGE COFFEE..SO..UH..GIVE ME THE "TALL".
THAT'S SMALL.
"TALL" IS SMALL?
TALL IS SMALL.
SO WHAT'S "GRANDE"?
"GRANDE" MEANS "LARGE".
THEN GIVE ME "GRANDE".
BUT HERE IT MEANS "MEDIUM"!
WHAT THE? DUDE, ALL I WANT IS A LARGE COFFEE!
THEN ORDER "VENTI"!
SO "VENTI" MEANS "LARGE"?
NO, "VENTI" MEANS "TWENTY", AS IN I JUST SPENT TWENTY MINUTES TRYING TO UNDERSTAND A %$#@#$ MENU!
AAUUGHHH
I THINK I'M REALLY STARTING TO ENJOY THIS JOB.

SIR, EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT YOU WANT TO DO WITH THE ZEBRAS, BUT WHERE DO YOU STAND ON OTHER ISSUES?
FOR EXAMPLE, WHAT WOULD YOU DO ABOUT ILLEGAL ALIENS?
Eat da slow ones.
I'M SENSING A PATTERN.
Heeeyy... Meester fat reporter... You looking niiiiiiice...

BAD NEWS... YOUR RUN FOR MAYOR IS NO LONGER UNOPPOSED.
WHAT?! WHO'S RUNNING AGAINST ME?!... WHAT'S HIS PLATFORM?!
Keeltings.

SIR. WE UNDERSTAND YOU'RE CENTERING YOUR CAMPAIGN ON THE THREAT POSED BY RAINBOWS. BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW RAINBOWS ARE DEADLY?
FOR THAT, I'LL TURN TO MY DIRECTOR OF INTELLIGENCE, PIG, WHO HAS INCONTROVERTIBLE PHOTOGRAPHIC PROOF.
AHHH
HAHA HAA
I'M CONVINCED.
GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.
LET'S HIT THE BAR, BOYS.
THANKS FOR COMING!

I AM GOING TO RUN FOR MAYOR.
MY CAMPAIGN WILL CENTER AROUND FEAR.
FEAR OF WHAT?
RAINBOWS.
DEADLY RAINBOWS.
BUT RAINBOWS AREN'T DEADLY.
I SEE YOU'RE SOFT ON RAINBOWS.

TRICK OR TREAT!
LOOK, HONEY, A CUTE LITTLE DONKEY! GIVE HIM SOME CANDY!
WHAT KIND WOULD YOU LIKE, LIL' GUY?
BOOZE. SO I CAN FORGET MY TROUBLES.
LET'S TURN OFF THE PORCH LIGHT NOW, SWEETIE.
HERE. JUST POUR IT IN THE PUMPKIN.

I HEAR YOUR DUCK WAS AGAINST GIVING OUT CANDY TO TRICK-OR-TREATERS.
YES. HE CALLS IT "APPEASEMENT," BUT HE CALMED DOWN WHEN I TOLD HIM HE COULD GO TRICK-OR-TREATING HIMSELF.
YOU'RE LETTING HIM TRICK-OR-TREAT?
OH, SURE, BUT I MADE HIM PROMISE HE'D BE POLITE AND RESPECTFUL.
FORK IT OVER, BIG DADDY!!