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BEHOLD... I’VE INVENTED THE ‘GARDEN IN PEACE’ BOX. YOU SEE, I REALIZED THAT THE ONLY TIME I’M EXPOSED TO OUR IDIOT NEIGHBORS IS WHEN I HAVE TO GARDEN OUT FRONT... BUT NOW, I CAN PROJECT MYSELF WITH THIS SOUNDPROOF, GLASS BOX...
...WHEN ONE OF THOSE MORONS WALKS UP TO ME TO START SOME STUPID CONVERSATION, I JUST STEP INSIDE AND CUT OFF ALL DISCUSSION, LIMITING OUR INTERACTION TO A MERE WAVE.
BUT HOW CAN YOU DO THAT? DON’T YOU THINK IT’S FUN TO TALK TO OTHER PEOPLE?

HI...I'M JAMES THORNTON, FROM THE JUNIOR COLLEGE, AND I'M HERE TO TAKE AWAY THE STUDENT INTERNS YOU HIRED. IT'S OUR BELIEF THAT YOU'VE ABUSED THE PROGRAM BY GIVING THE STUDENTS DANGEROUS, DEHUMANIZING TASKS.
OH, PUH-LEAZE, DUDE. I LOVE THOSE KIDS. THEY KNOW THAT, AND I KNOW THAT...I WOULD NEVER HURT THEM AND WE GIBHS SURE DON'T NEED SOME PINHEAD BUREAUCRAT INTERFERING IN OUR AFFAIRS.
'SCUSE ME, BOSS...BUT CAN I GO HOME EARLY?...MY RIBS KINDA HURT...
NOT NOW, SPIRO SPEED BUMP.

I HEAR RAT IS HIRING UNPAID COLLEGE INTERNS.
YEAH... APPARENTLY, THE JOB MARKET IS SO TIGHT THAT THEY'RE DESPERATE FOR ANY KIND OF WORK EXPERIENCE THEY CAN GET.
I HOPE HE'S NOT TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION BY GIVING THEM SOME THANKLESS, DEHUMANIZING TASKS.
WELL, IF HE DOES, I'M SURE THEY'LL HAVE MORE PRIDE THAN TO DO THEM.
...PLEASE DON'T DEMEAN SKIPPY THE COFFEE STIRRER.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, RAT?
I READ THAT THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF COLLEGE STUDENTS DESPERATELY LOOKING FOR UNPAID INTERNSHIPS SO THEY CAN GET WORK EXPERIENCE SO I OFFERED THEM A CHANCE TO WORK IN A SYNDICATED COMIC STRIP.
DOING WHAT?
DOING WHAT ?
WELL, THESE TWO ARE SNOUSHINES THAT ONE'S BILLY SNOUSHINE AND THIS ONE'S BETTY SNOUSHINE UNFORTUNATELY, WE DON'T GET MUCH WIND HERE BUT STILL, IT'S GOOD EXER--
AAAAAAAAAAAA
THUD
...POOR BOBBY WEATHER VANE.

SURPRISE!
ME AND PIG THOUGHT WE’D GIVE YOU THESE PRESENTS TO SHOW YOU OUR APPRECIATION…YOU CAN OPEN THEM LATER, IF YOU WANT.
YEAH. THEY’RE FOR ALL THE DAYS YOU FILLED OUR LIVES WITH JOY AND FOR THE NIGHTS YOU STAYED UP WITH US.
FOR BEING SO DEPENDABLE.
FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE.
YEAH. IN A WORLD WHERE I HATE MY NEIGHBORS AND CAN’T EVEN STAND SOME OF MY OWN FRIENDS, I’VE ALWAYS GOT YOU. AND THAT’S ALL I NEED.
GOD BLESS YOU.
WE LOVE YOU.
…THAT IS SO DISTURBING.
WAIT ‘TIL YOU SEE WHAT THEY DID TO THE SATELLITE DISH.

WHY ARE YOU SMEARING LIPSTICK ON THE ROAD?
THE CITY STARTED A "HIGHWAY BEAUTIFICATION" PROJECT... I THOUGHT I'D DO MY PART.
YOU DUMB PIG... HIGHWAY BEAUTIFICATION INVOLVES PICKING UP TRASH AND PLANTING FLOWERS.
OH... THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ALL THIS STUFF?
IT'S A LONG STORY.

Hullo, Zeeba neighba... leesten... We crockydiles no more obsessed wid keeling you... Now we does pretty needlepoint. Needlepoint gud.
Hey, that's great. You know, a hobby can be very relaxing. It helps take your mind off things... what's that one you're working on?
Ees popular theme.

ALRIGHT, RAT... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
I HAVE WRAPPED PIG UP IN CANVAS, DRAPED A CURTAIN OVER HIS HEAD AND STUCK HIM UNDER A GIANT UMBRELLA.
AND WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?
BECAUSE I AM CREESCO, THE WORLD FAMOUS ARTISTE!! IF I WRAP IT, THEY WILL COME!
THAT'S THE STUPIDEST THING I'VE EVER--
I'LL GIVE YOU FOUR MILLION DOLLARS FOR THAT.
MAKE IT TEN.
DEAL.

LOOK AT THIS, RAT... EVERY TIME I WAVE AT THIS WALL, MY FRIEND THE LI'IL TURKEY SHOWS UP.
YOU MORON... I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS. HAVEN'T YOU NOTICED THE RATHER LARGE FIGURE IT'S ATTACHED TO?
...THAT'S HIS FRIEND. THE FAT PIG.

Me sad. Me want keel you fren', Zeeba, but he leeve me. Mebbe me cry.
DUDE, LISTEN. ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS FOLLOW WHAT THOSE CROCODILES DO ON THE NATURE SHOWS. THEY JUST SIT REAL STILL IN A BODY OF WATER FOR HOURS AND TRY TO FOOL THEIR PREY INTO THINKING THEY'RE LOGS.
logs?
LOGS.
Psssst... Larry! No wheestle!

HERE.
WHAT'S THIS?
IT'S A LIST OF THINGS THAT ARE WRONG WITH YOU. YOU'RE DEEPLY FLAWED. BUT DON'T BE OFFENDED. IT'S ALL CONSTRUCTIVE.
... YOU'RE A SMELLY FATHEAD.
SOME PARTS ARE MORE CONSTRUCTIVE THAN OTHERS.

ZEBRA! ZEEBA! JOJO DEAD!
DO MOUF TO MOUF!
BE HEO!!I
GUYS... IF JOJO'S DEAD, IT'S A LITTLE LATE FOR MOUTH-TO-MOUTH.
ALL PRAISE TO GAWWHD!
ME AWIVE!!
ME AWIVE!!
HE AWIVE!!
DO MOUF TO MOUF!!
BE HEO!!I
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU MORONS??
DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING??
YOU THINK I'M GONNA PUT MY MOUTH OVER THE MOUTH OF A LIVING CROCODILE??
OH NO!!
ME SO DEAD AGAIN
EES NOT EVEN FUNNY.
HE DEAD!!
HE MOUF TO MOUF NOW!!
BE HEO!!I

OUR NEXT LETTER IS FOR OUR
STRIP'S CREATOR, STEPHAN PASTIS.
"STEPHAN, I UNDERSTAND YOU
USED TO BE A LAWYER... DO
YOU EVER MISS THOSE DAYS?"
HAHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAH
SNOOOOOOOORRRRT
HOOHOOHOO
HEEHOHOHAHA
HAHAHAHAHA
HOOHOOHOOHOO
HEEHEEHEE
HAHAHAHAHA
I THINK
THAT'S A
'NO.'

PEARLS MAILBAG
OUR NEXT READER ASKS, "I HEAR SOME CARTOONISTS USE GAG WRITERS. DO YOU?" ... WELL, YES, WE DO USE GAG WRITERS AT "PEARLS," BUT BECAUSE WE'RE A NEW STRIP, WE COULDN'T AFFORD MUCH.
THUS, WE GOT A REAL CHEAP GUY FROM PESHTIGO, WISCONSIN, NAMED LARRY... LARRY IS A FRIENDLESS, HOPELESS SOUL WITH AN UNPREDICTABLY DARK VIEW OF HUMAN NATURE. HE'S OBSESSED BY DEATH, AND YES, FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING, LARRY HAS A BAD MARRIAGE.
HERE'S ONE... A GUY GETS MARRIED... THEN HE DIES.
HEH HEH... GOOD ONE, LARRY.

PEARLS MAILBAG
TODAY'S LETTER IS FROM GEORGE W. BUS_ OF WASHINGTON, D.C., WHO WRITES, "YOURS IS THE BEST STRIP IN THE WASHINGTON POST...IF POSSIBLE, COULD YOU NAME ONE OF THE CHARACTERS 'GEORGE'?"
NO...WE CAN'T...AND WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?...
... OUR NEXT LETTER IS FROM STEPHAN PASTIS, OF GUANTANAMO BAY, CUBA...

TODAY WE ANSWER SOME MORE READER MAIL. THIS READER ASKS, "PEARLS CAN BE SO DARK AND GRIM AT TIMES... IS THAT AN ACCURATE REFLECTION OF WHAT MR. PASTIS IS LIKE?"
...NO.
NO.

THE RAT AND PIG DEBATE
-AND IN CONCLUSION, I'D LIKE TO SAY THAT MY OPPONENT IS A BIG, DUMB FATHEAD. C'MON, PIG, DEFEND YOURSELF.
I WOULD, BUT YOU SAID ONE OF THE RULES WAS THAT I COULDN'T TALK.
YOU ARE CORRECT. AND YET... YOU TALKED. THUS, YOU HAVE PLAYED INTO MY TRAP AND VIOLATED SAID RULE... YOU ARE THEREFORE DISQUALIFIED... I AM TRIUMPHAL AND YOU, SIR, ARE AWASH IN SHAME.
OKAY.
MAY I GO HOME NOW?
WHOA, DUDE... NO NEED TO BE A POOR SPORT.

YOU AND I ARE GONNA HAVE
A DEBATE. DEBATES PROVE WHO
IS SMART AND WHO IS NOT...
HERE ARE THE RULES...
"PIG
CANNOT
TALK."
...AND JUST TO BE
FAIR, I'VE IMPOSED
A RESTRICTION ON
MYSELF ALSO.
"UPON COMPLETION
OF THE DEBATE,
RAT CANNOT
PERFORM A VICTORY
DANCE UPON PIG'S
HEAD."
...THAT'S A
MAJOR
CONCESSION.

WHAT CAN I GETCHA?
I'LL HAVE THE GRILLED CHICKEN SANDWICH….
boohoohoo
SONG4DEAD
B
boohoohoo
Boohoohoo
Boohoohooo
SNIFF SNIFF SNIFFLE
AND TO MY MOM, I BEQUEATH...SSNFFLE
Boohoohoo...MY…MY…OH!! Boohoohoohoo… Boohoohoohoo
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT…SHUT UP ALREADY…I WON'T GET THE CHICKEN…I'LL GET A PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH INSTEAD…
YAY! YAY! OH JOY!! OH JOY!! THANK YOU!! THANK YOU!!
Boo hoo hoo
SNIFF SNIFF

Dear Tiger Woods,
Ever since that hot Swedish
model invaded your life and
got you to marry her, you
have not been winning as
many golf tournaments.
This raises an obvious question...
Could all this be the
work of Phil Mickelson?
P.S. Please tell Phil he
can destroy my golf game
any time he wants.

Hullo, zeeba neighba.
Leesten... What you got on chest?
They're colored ribbons. Each one symbolizes a zebra life cut tragically short by predators.
Dat too bad. Me wear one. Show me support you.
YOU'RE THE GUY WHO KILLED THEM.
Dis awkward moment.

WHAT'S IN THE BASKET?
MY "BISCUITS FOR IDYITS"... WHEN I SEE AN IDIOT, I PEG HIM IN THE HEAD WITH A STALE BISCUIT.
"JUDGE NOT, LEST YE BE JUDGED."
"SMACK"
"SPEAK NOT, LEST YE BE PEGGED."

WHAT'S IN THE BASKET?
my "BISCUITS FOR IDYITS"...WHEN I SEE AN IDIOT, I PEG HIM IN THE HEAD WITH A BISCUIT.
WHY DO YOU DO THAT?
'CAUSE I RAN OUT OF "WONDER BREAD" FOR DUNDERHEADS.

Okay, Zeeba neigh
ba... You push us
too fah. We get
Croczkylle mummy.
He scare you
into submesshun.
Scare heem, Vern.
Guys.. How’s Vern
supposed to
breathe without
an opening
over his snout?
Dat beeg waste of
toilet papah.

HEY THERE, RHONDA ROBIN... HOW GOES IT?
OH, WONDERFUL, PIG! I JUST HAD A HUGE, DELIGHTFUL, DENVER OMELET AND NOW I THINK I'LL GO HOME AND THROW UP.
THROW UP?
OH, YES... SO I CAN FEED IT TO MY KIDS.
WE NEED TO CALL SOCIAL SERVICES.