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WE HAD TO CANCEL THE ZEBRALIONCROX OLYMPICS. THE GREEKS WEREN'T READY AND THE CROCS KEPT KILLING US.
THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES, DUDE.
YEAH, BUT WHAT A WASTE... WE BOUGHT ALL THOSE MEDALS FOR NOTHING.
GIVE 'EM TO SOME LOSER WHO'LL APPRECIATE 'EM 'CAUSE HE'S TOO LAME TO WIN AWARDS ON HIS OWN.
NOT SO LOUD.

FOLKS, THIS JUST IN... THE REMAINDER OF THE ZEBRALLION/CROC OLYMPICS HAVE BEEN CANCELED. THE OLYMPIC COMMITTEE CITED THE GREEKS' FAILURE TO PROTECT THE ZEBRAS AND THEIR FAILURE TO COMPLETE CONSTRUCTION OF THE FACILITIES.
THE GREEKS, FOR THEIR PART, HAVE DENIED THE ACCUSATIONS... WE GO NOW TO BILL SIMMONS, WHO'S AT THE TRACK AND FIELD FACILITIES WITH SOME OF THE ZEBRAS. UH... WELL, HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE WITH THE ZEBRAS. GET IT, BILL, WHERE ARE THE GREEK ZEBRAS??
CRUSHED BY A BACKHOE, BOB.
WHERE WE COME FROM??
WHO CARE??
TIME FOR CAKE BREAK.
YEP! NO CAKE DO!

WELCOME BACK, FOLKS, TO THE ZEBRA/CROC OLYMPICS. TODAY'S EVENT IS SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMING, AND IT LOOKS LIKE OUR FIRST ZEBRA/CROC DUO ARE ALREADY IN THE POOL. HOW'S IT LOOKING, BOB?
YEEESS, PETER, THE PAIRING OF THESE TWO UNLIKELY SPECIES IS UNPRECEDENTED, AND REALLY SHOWS THE ENERGY AND SPIRIT THAT IS THE HALLMARK OF…
AAAAAAAAH!!
CHOMP CHOMP
CHOMP CHOMP
CHOMP CHOMP
CHOMP
... A HUNGRY CROCODILE?
THAT'S GONNA BE A BIIIIIG POINT DEDUCTION, PETER...

WELCOME BACK, FOLKS, TO THE ZEBRA/LIONCROC OLYMPICS HERE IN ATHENS, GREECE. WE GO NOW TO BILL SIMMONS, WHO’S AT THE GYMNASTICS FACILITY FOR TODAY’S COMPETITION… HOW’S IT LOOKING, BILL?
NOT SO GOOD, BOB. WE’RE HAVING SOME TECHNICAL PROBLEMS HERE AT THE ARENA.
TECHNICAL PROBLEMS? WHAT KIND OF TECHNICAL PROBLEMS?
NO WALLS. NO ROOF.
TOMORROW… WE DO IT TOMORROW… TODAY WE SMOKE.
YASSOU!

WELCOME TO THE OPENING OF THE ZEBRA/LION/CROC OLYMPICS. WE NOW GO DOWN TO THE FIELD FOR THE ZEBRAS' OPENING ADDRESS.
...WE ARE HONORED TO BE HERE TODAY WITH THESE OTHER SPECIES TO PROMOTE THE CAUSE OF PEACE AND BUILD THE BONDS OF BROTHERHOOD.
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL AND MOVING TRIBUTE, BOB.
YES, PETER. AND NOW FOR THE CROCODILES' OPENING ADDRESS...
A MAN OF FEW WORDS, BOB.
YEEES, PETER, HE KEPT IT SHORT.
CHOMP
CHOMP
CHOMP

WELCOME TO THE OPENING CEREMONIES
OF THE ZEBRA/LION/CROCODILE OLYMPICS.
FOUNDED TO PROMOTE PEACE AND CAMH-
RADERIE AMONG OUR SPECIES THROUGH
THE JOY OF SPORT. WE'D LIKE--
... WILL THE GROUP OF CROCODILES
COOKING THE ZEBRA OVER THE
OLYMPIC FLAME PLEASE STOP.
... ROUGH START.

CHOMP
CHOMP
CHOMP
UUUUUURRP
EXCUSE ME, BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE WE'RE DOING?
CHOMP
CHOMP
...I GUESS "OPEN" IS A RELATIVE TERM.

WANNA BUY DIRECTIONS?
SURE. WHAT DO I GET FOR FIVE DOLLARS?
DIRECTIONS.
THEN WHAT DO I GET FOR TEN?
CORRECT DIRECTIONS.

DO YOU HAVE ANY REGRETS?
NO. BUT I ONCE HAD A COUPLE OF PARROTS.
THAT MADE ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE.
WELL, IT MADE SENSE TO ME, UNTIL I LEARNED THEY COULDN'T TALK.
I WISH YOU COULDN'T TALK.
YOU WOULD'VE LIKED MY PARROTS.

EVERY TIME I GET ON A FLIGHT AND THERE'S AN EMPTY SEAT NEXT TO ME, I HOPE THAT THE HOT CHICK WALKING DOWN THE AISLE WILL SIT NEXT TO ME.
DOES IT HAPPEN?
NEVER. I ALWAYS GET THE FAT, DUMPY WHITE GUY.
MAYBE THE PRETTY GIRL DOESN'T WANT TO SIT NEXT TO YOU.
PLEASE DON'T CHALLENGE MY RATCENTRIC UNIVERSE.

CAN I HELP YOU?
I THINK THE DISABLED MAN IS BEFORE ME.
WHAT DISABLED MAN?
THE POOR FELLOW MISSING HIS LIMBS.
SIR.....
SHHHHHHH..... WE'RE IN A STARING MATCH.

I WANTED TO BUY THAT HOUSE, BUT NOT ANYMORE.
WHY NOT?
THEY SHRUNK THE HOUSE.
THEY SHRUNK THE PRICE.
THEY SHOULD, AFTER WHAT THEY DID TO THE HOUSE.

HEY, BEAR...
HOW'S YOUR
NEW JOB
GOING ?
BAD. THEY CANNED
ME BECAUSE I SLEPT
IN ONE DAY AND
SHOWED UP LATE
FOR WORK.
HOW
LATE
WERE
YOU ?
FIVE
MONTHS.
...HIBERNATION'S JUST KILLING
MY CAREER TRACK.

IS THERE A KAREN IN THE STUDIO AUDIENCE TONIGHT?
YES, ME! IT'S ME! I'M HERE WITH MY BROTHER.
HULLOOOO...THERE!
AND I'M TOLD YOU HAVE A COUSIN WHO'S PASSED.
WE DO. YES, YES WE DO.
WAIT, WAIT...I THINK HE'S HERE. I THINK THIS IS HIM... HE FEELS LIKE THAT WHEN HE...LOVED BIG HEART...HIS HEART...STOPPED?
YES. YES, WHEN HE DIED, HIS HEART STOPPED.
AND I THINK...I THINK...I THINK HE'S SENDING A MESSAGE TO A BOB. DID YOUR COUSIN HAVE...DID HE HAVE...A FOREHEAD?
YES! YES! HE DID! DID...HE DID!
WHOA, HANG ON! I'M FEELING THIS VERY STRONGLY...YES...HE'S GIVING ME HIS...YES...HE IS GIVING ME HIS NAME IS...IT...IS IT...BOB?
YES! IT'S HIM!!!
WE LOVE YOU, BOB!!!
WOW...HOW DID YOU DO THAT?

HEY... WHERE ARE MY BAIT CLUB BUDDIES??
I WENT FISHING. THEY'RE ALL DEAD.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It has come to my attention that virtually all "Pearls" series that are centered upon new. peripheral characters end in death. Whether it be the Fruit Buddies, Angry Bob or Tooty the Gingerbread Man, the newbies always die. As comedy is founded upon the unexpected, and death in these panels is all-too expected, we now introduce a totally unexplored concept in "Pearls"... the happy, sappy ending. True "Pearls" diehards may wish to look away.

I COULD NEVER HARM YOUR BUDDIES. I LOVE THEM ALL TOO.
I LOVE YOU TOO, RAT.
I LOVE THE WHOLE WORLD.
I LOVE MANKIND.

THE MEETING OF THE BAIT CLUB
OKAY, GUYS, IF ONE OF US HAS TO BE SACRIFICED TO THE FISH, WE NEED A WAY OF DECIDING WHO… I SUGGEST ROCK/PAPER/SCISSORS.
FINE.
FINE.
OKAY… READY? ONE… TWO… THREE GO!
WAIT.
WE HAVE NO HANDS.
FINE… I’M THINKING PAPER.
WHOAAAA… WOULD YOU BELIEVE I’M THINKING SCISSORS?

THE MEETING OF THE BAIT CLUB
OKAY, GUYS, IF THE RAT TRIES TO KILL US, IT'S IMPORTANT THAT WE STICK TOGETHER… AFTER ALL, THAT'S WHY WE FORMED THIS CLUB.
I AGREE.
ME, TOO.
HEY, GUYS… TURNS OUT I WON'T BE DOING AS MUCH FISHING AS I THOUGHT… SO I ONLY NEED TO SACRIFICE ONE OF YOU.
KILL SVEN NOW.
WOULD YOU LIKE HIM IN A NEAT LITTLE BAGGY?
SON OF A @#!%*!!!

YOU KNOW, THE WORST PART ABOUT BEING BAIT IS THAT WE'RE JUST AN AFTERTHOUGHT. EVERY TREE HUGGER IN THE WORLD COMPLAINS IF YOU USE THE WRONG TYPE OF HOOK ON THE POOR FISH. BUT NO ONE CARES ABOUT WILLY WORM.
HEY, MAYBE WE SHOULD ORGANIZE OUR OWN PROTEST. WHILE HERE CAN CLIMB TO THE TOP OF A REDWOOD AND JUST SIT THERE FOR WEEKS...IT'LL BE A BIG MEDIA EVENT.
SVEN...A BIRD WILL EAT ME.
HEY, TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM, DUDE.

THE MEETING OF THE BAIT CLUB
You know, I think we really need to be focusing on next Sunday's pancake breakfast fund-raiser. We haven't rented the tables. We haven't put up the flyers. We still need the coffee.
Gig... the rat just told us that he's going fishing tomorrow and that we are all going to die.
HEY... I DIDN'T INTERRUPT YOU!

OKAY, MORON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?
IT'S THE BAIT CLUB. WILLIE WORM, GIGI GRUB, AND SVEN THE SALMON EGG...WE'RE PLANNING OUT OUR CLUB'S FUTURE.
WELL, DON'T PLAN TOO MUCH, BECAUSE I'M GOING TROUT FISHING TOMORROW AND YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE.
SUDDENLY, THE ISSUE OF WHERE TO BUILD OUR RETIREMENT HOME DOES NOT LOOK SO PRESSING.

HERE'S YOUR FOOD, SIR... BUT BE VERY CAREFUL... THE PLATE IS HOT.
OKAY.
CHOMP! CHOMP! CHOMP!
...THAT YOUR PLATE, PAL?
UH, YEAH... IT IS.
WHERE'D YOU GET IT?
THE WAITER GUY JUST HANDED IT TO ME.
I SEE... SOMEONE JUST "HANDED" IT TO YOU... HOW CONVENIENT... NOW STAND UP AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK. YOU'RE UNDER ARREST.
BUT OFFICERS, I --
SAVE IT FOR THE JUDGE, PAL... SAVE IT FOR THE JUDGE.
YOU TOLD HIM IT WAS HOT.
THEY NEVER LISTEN.

I TRIED TO MAKE A FLIGHT RESERVATION TODAY, BUT THE AIRLINE SAID THAT THE ONLY TICKET AVAILABLE WAS ONE WHERE I'D HAVE TO CHANGE PLANES.

I TOLD THEM THAT IF THEY EXPECTED ME TO JUMP FROM ONE PLANE TO ANOTHER AT 30000 FEET, THEY HAD ANOTHER THING COMING.
SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA STICK UP FOR YOURSELF.

I THINK ONE OF THE WORST THINGS IS WHEN YOU OPEN THE BREAD AND FIND THAT ONLY THE ENDS ARE LEFT.
I THINK ONE OF THE WORST THINGS IS WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO EAT AT ALL.
PLEASE STOP PUTTING MY LIFE IN PERSPECTIVE... IT'S VERY ANNOYING.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA GET ME A "HAPPY MEAL."
I TRIED, BUT THE HAMBURGER PLACE SAID THEY DIDN'T SELL THEM ANYMORE.
WHY NOT?
OH, THE WAR... THE ECONOMY... EVERYONE'S JUST TOO DEPRESSED.
ON A POSITIVE NOTE, THE "BURGER O'GLOOM" IS DELICIOUS.

EVERYONE SEEMS SO DEPRESSED TODAY... IT'S LIKE THERE'S THIS HEAVY PALL HANGING OVER US.
OH, GREAT. WITH MY LUCK, HE'LL FALL RIGHT ON ME.
WHO?
PAUL... THE FAT GUY.
YOU'RE THE ONLY FAT GUY IN HERE.
I'M A PAUL?
I'M APPALLED.
YOU'VE LOST WEIGHT.