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HI THERE, PAL. I'M PIG. I DON'T THINK WE'VE MET.
I'M AL... I'M FROM DENVER. JUST HERE ON A BUSINESS TRIP.
BUSINESS, HUH? WELL, YOU MUST BE DOING A GRRRREAT JOB 'CAUSE YOUR OMELETTES ARE EVERYWHERE!!
WELL, WHADDYA KNOW. I'M LATE FOR MY PLANE.
HEEEY... GOT ANY FREEBIES IN YOUR BRIEFCASE?

WOULD YOU CARE FOR A CUP OF COFFEE?
IF IT NEEDED ME AND NO OTHER FAMILY MEMBER WOULD TAKE IT IN.
...IS THAT A "YES"?!
YES!
SIIIIIIIGH...

HEY THERE, PAL... I DON'T BELIEVE WE'VE MET... WHERE YOU FROM?
I'M JUSTIN... FROM CHICAGO.
SO YOU JUST GOT HERE?
ACTUALLY, I'VE LIVED HERE FOR ABOUT SIX MONTHS NOW.
UH... I CAUGHT YOU IN A FIBBY FIB... FIRST, YOU SAID YOU WERE JUST IN. THEN, YOU SAID YOU'D BEEN HERE FOR SIX MONTHS. WHICH IS IT, MR. 'PULL THE WOOL OVER MY NOSE'?
EYES.
EYES? NOW THERE'S A CRYPTIC ANSWER.

HI... CAN I HELP YOU?
YES, UH, MY SOCIAL LIFE HAS BEEN PRETTY SAD AND LONELY AS OF LATE, AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD GIVE ME SOME TIPS FOR MEETING WOMEN...
SIR...
MA'AM?
THE DEPARTMENT OF SOCIAL SERVICES IS NOT HERE TO IMPROVE YOUR SOCIAL LIFE.
OH...
HEEEY, YOU DOING ANYTHING THIS FRIDAY?

LOOK, GOAT, I'M WRITING A BIOGRAPHY OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
YOU KNOW, PIG, WHEN YOU WRITE A BIOGRAPHY, IT HAS TO BE WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. YOU CAN'T JUST MAKE STUFF UP.
OH... I KNOW THAT... HEH HEH HEH...
GOOD... WELL, I'LL SEE YA...
"@&#*!!!", YELLED LINCOLN, "WHO DINGED MY VOLVO WITH THIS GROCERY CART?"

HELLO, READERS. TODAY WE DIVE INTO THE "PEARLS" MAILBAG TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS. THIS ONE COMES TO US FROM NED THE NERVOUS. HE WRITES, "HAS ANY 'PEARLS' CHARACTER EVER SMILED?"
TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION, WE ASKED PIG HERE TO CONDUCT AN EXHAUSTIVE REVIEW OF THE "PEARLS" ARCHIVES. AFTER WEEKS OF RESEARCH, PIG HERE HAS THE ANSWER...
NO.
I DUNNO. IT JUST HASN'T HAPPENED.
FINE, THEN...I'LL SMILE. HOW HARD CAN IT BE?
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! SHE'S GOING DOWN! HOLD 'ER!
MAN THE LIFEBOATS!
FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!
BOOM
Pearls Programming Note: Join us next week for a very special Sunday strip: "Coping With the Death of an Unloved One."
HE NEVER SHOULD HAVE TRIED IT.
CAN'T SAY I BLAME HIM... BEER, THAT IS...

I'M NERVOUS. I HAVE TO GIVE A SPEECH IN FRONT OF A LOT OF PEOPLE.
JUST REMEMBER... EVERYONE IN THAT AUDIENCE PUTS THEIR PANTS ON ONE LEG AT A TIME.
WHAT? THEY DON'T JUMP OFF THEIR BED AND TRY TO LAND BOTH FEET IN THE HOLES, MISSING OVER AND OVER UNTIL THEY BREAK BOTH ANKLES AND HAVE TO GO PANTLESS?
WHO DO YOU KNOW THAT DOES THAT?
...I'VE HEARD STORIES.

Pig, this is Stephan... listen, I just want you to know I'm writing Leonard out of the strip.
What? The guy in the bear suit? How can you do that?
Because there's just no licensing potential for a cynical divorced guy dressed in a bear costume.
But how you gonna get rid of him?
I'm not sure yet... I'M ACTUALLY A LITTLE BUSY RIGHT NOW, SO I ASKED RAT TO LOOK INTO SOME SCENARIOS THAT ARE FUNNY, YET DESIGNED AND RESPECTFUL... I'M HOPING HE'LL COME THROUGH FOR ME.
LEONARD GOT HIS HEAD STUCK IN THE TOILET AND DROWNED.
Pig? Pig? Are you there? Pig?

RAT? WHERE ARE YOU?
I JUST LEFT THE DOC'S OFFICE. I GOT ME SOME OF THAT LIPOSUCTION.
WOW. DID IT GO OKAY?
WELL, SORT OF... THE MACHINE'S NOT REALLY EQUIPPED TO SUCK OUT 6,000 POUNDS IN ONE SITTING, SO IT MALFUNCTIONED A LITTLE, AND THEY HAD SOME TROUBLE SHUTTING IT DOWN.
YOU GONNA BE OKAY?
OH, YEAH... I CAN DO EVERYTHING I USED TO...
...EXCEPT WHEN THE WIND BLOWS.

RAT TAKES ON THE "ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT" BUFFET
SIR, THE RATS CLEANED OUT THE ENTIRE BUFFET. THE SALAD BAR, THE ROAST BEEF, THE BAD PIZZA, THE MASHED POTATOES. EVERYTHING.
I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID ALL THIS JUST BECAUSE WE TOWED HIS CAR. HE'S DESTROYED THE RESTAURANT... HE'S GOTTA KNOW HE OVERREACTED, AND SOMEWHERE DEEP INSIDE, THAT'S GOTTA BOTHER HIM... I MEAN, WHAT ELSE CAN HE BE THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW?
MURRAY'S TUXEDOS? YEAH, I THINK I'LL NEED A REFITTING...

SIR, I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING TO GET US BACK FOR TOWING YOUR CAR, BUT BELIEVE ME, YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO EAT OUR ENTIRE BUFFET.
DUDE, I WON'T EVEN LEAVE A CROUTON.
HOW 'BOUT WE JUST PAY YOUR IMPOUND FEE AND CALL IT EVEN?
HOW 'BOUT YOU WAIVE YOUR FEE SO I CAN GO CLEAN OUT YOUR AU GRATIN POTATOES?!
FINE, IF THAT'S THE WAY YOU WANT IT!
YOU BET THAT'S THE WAY I WANT IT! AND THAT'S NOT ALL I WANT!
OH?! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT?!
A PUSH.

HEY, THERE, RAT... I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED THIS "ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT" BUFFET.
I DON'T. I HATE IT.
THEN WHY DO YOU HAVE ALL THAT FOOD?
'CAUSE I WENT TO THE SHOE STORE YESTERDAY AND USED ONE OF THE RESTAURANT'S PARKING SPACES AND THE @#$#%@#'S HAD MY CAR TOWED... SO I'VE PAID THE $8.95 BUFFET FEE AND NOW I'M GOING TO CLEAN THESE @#$#%@#'S OUT.
NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I NEED TO HIT THE JOHN.

UPDATE
DICKIE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
NO, DICKIE, NO... BAD DICKIE... YOU CANNOT SLAP DUCT TAPE OVER ONE OF THE OTHER COMIC STRIP CHARACTERS... YOU TAKE THAT OFF NOW, DICKIE!
HEY! I DON'T CARE HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT HER. WE DO NOT COVER UP OTHER COMICS' PAGES, AND WE DO NOT DO IT WITH DUCT TAPE NOW, DICKIE!!!
I TELL YOU TWO WAY, BECAUSE MUSLIMS AND COFFEE PRICES BEEN GOIN' THRU THE ROOF, AND SEE THAT LITTLE CHARACTER OF A STRIP THAT BEEN AROUND TEN YEARS AGO AND YEARS HAS DUCT TAPE OVER HER MOUTH AND CAN NO LONGER EVEN TALK!
AND WHADDYA THINK THEY'RE GONNA THINK OF YOUR LITTLE WRAP, HUH? DICKIE? HUH? WHADDYA THINK THEY'RE GONNA THINK THEN??!!
THIS IS THE BEST "CATHY" I'VE SEEN IN TWENTY-FIVE YEARS.

THE MAN ON THE MOON
DEAR PIG... IT'S VERY LONELY ON THE MOON. FORTUNATELY, I HAVE CREATED MANY GAMES TO PLAY WITH MY GOLF BALLS. THOSE GOLF BALL GAMES ARE ALL THAT KEEP ME SANE.
OOOOOOOOH... TIDIEST...
GOOD BALLS... TAKE HOME... DRIVE BALL 15% FARTHER...
...I'M HAVING A BAD DAY.

THE MAN ON THE MOON
DEAR PIG... IT'S NOT EASY BEING THE MAN ON THE MOON...
ALL I HAVE IS A FLAG AND THREE GOLF BALLS.
FORTUNATELY, I'VE LEARNED HOW TO JUGGLE, WHICH HELPS TO PASS THE TIME,
IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME FOR A MINUTE, I THINK ONE OF THE BALLS IS DROPPING...

Dear Man on the moon,
How was your week?
Mine was good,
YOU DUMB PIG. THE "MAN ON THE MOON" IS A REFERENCE TO SOME FEATURES ON THE MOON'S SURFACE THAT LOOK LIKE A FACE... IT'S NOT SOME ACTUAL MAN SITTING AROUND WAITING TO GET A PERSONAL LETTER...NOW GIMME THAT, BEFORE YOU MAKE A FOOL OF YOURSELF.
... BLUBS... BLUBS... BLUBS... NUTS.

LISTEN, PAL... YOU KNOW THE CROCS NEXT DOOR ARE TRYING TO EAT YOU, BUT THERE'S NOTHING WE POLICEMEN CAN DO ABOUT IT.
WHAT? - THAT'S CRAZY. IF IT WERE A HUMAN THEY WERE TRYING TO EAT, YOU'D HAVE THEM DESTROYED.
YEP... THAT'S THE FOOD CHAIN FOR YOU.
BUT THAT'S RIDICULOUS. IMAGINE THAT YOU'RE ME AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE EATEN BY SOME PREDATOR AND HURLED INTO THE GREAT BEYOND... WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
I'D COME BACK AS A HUMAN.

Hi, Mr. Zeba… My friend say you to come to crocodile party here at frat house tonight…
Maybe he no mention hot zeba chicks that be here.
HOT ZEBA CHICKS?
Ohh, what surprise… One here now!
Ohhhhhh… Me so lonely… Me so lonely!!
Maybe he no like girls.

Helloooooo, new neigh-
bor... Listen, we have keg
party here at house tonight
and we want invite you...
You good guy!!

You're crocodiles... IF I
CAME OVER TO YOUR HOUSE,
YOU'D KILL ME AND DEVOUR
EVERY LAST PART OF ME...
NOW WHY WOULD I COME
TO A PARTY LIKE THAT?

HE MAKE GOOD POINT.

HEY, DID YOU MESS WITH THE "DICKIE THE COCKROACH" COMIC STRIPS I DREW?
YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I DREW A COMIC STRIP.
YEAH, IT'S ABOUT THIS COCKROACH WHO BEFRIENDS A RAT. SOMETIMES HE'LL BITE YOU SO YOU SAY SOMETHING DUMB, LIKE RUB HIS TOENAILS ALL OVER YOUR MOUTH...BUT SOMEONE ERASED YOUR DIALOG FROM ALL THE STRIPS I DREW.
HEY, MAYBE IT'S ONE OF THOSE FRANKENSTEIN-TYPE SITUATIONS WHERE YOUR CREATION COMES TO LIFE, ROSE OFF THE PAGE, AND AMBLED OFF TO TERRIFY THE VILLAGERS.
OH, MAN...WHAT A TRAGEDY THAT WOULD BE.
WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?
BECAUSE ME AND YOU LIVE ON THE REAL TOON PAGE THAT IS JUST FILLED WITH FOLKS WHO UTTER INANITY AFTER INANITY. IF DICKIE GOT LOOSE HERE, THERE'S NO TELLING WHAT HAVOC HE'D WREAK.
MS. GOUSEWITE WILL NOT BE PLEASED.

HELLO?
Yes.. This is police. Come out house now coated in butter and oregano and lay down on neighbor's lawn. Do not ignores us. We is police!
*CLICK*
He no coming.

AT THE HOMEOWNERS ASSOCIATION MEETING
IF I UNDERSTAND YOUR GRIEVANCE, SIR, YOU’RE SAYING THAT THE OWNERS OF UNIT 8 ARE TRYING TO EAT YOU?
THAT’S CORRECT.
THEY’RE BORN PREDATORS.
IF GIVEN THE CHANCE THEY WILL KILL ME.
WELL, I EMPATHIZE WITH YOU SIR… BUT THERE IS NOTHING IN THE BYLAWS PROHIBITING NATURAL SELECTION.
YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME…
SO YOU’LL DO NOTHING?
WELL, IF THEY’RE EXCESSIVELY NOISY CHOMPERS, WE’LL FINE THEM.
We pay now… Keep change.

ALRIGHT, FOLKS, THE HOMEOWNERS ASSOCIATION MEETING WILL NOW COME TO ORDER. TONIGHT WE'LL NEED TO COVER THE REPAINTING OF THE COMMON FENCE, AS WELL AS UNIT 21'S COMPLAINT ABOUT UNIT 23'S EXCESSIVE USE OF THE GUEST PARKING SLOTS...
...AND THIS...
...AND A COMPLAINT FROM THE OWNER OF UNIT 19 THAT THE NEW OWNERS OF UNIT 13 ARE... ARE..... TRYING TO EAT HIM???
LIES! LIES!! AND MORE LIES!!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PIG?
I'M GETTING ZEBRA'S MAIL FOR HIM... EVER SINCE A FRATERNITY OF CROCODILES MOVED IN NEXT DOOR, HE'S A LITTLE NERVOUS ABOUT LEAVING THE HOUSE.
DON'T YOU THINK HE'S BEING A LITTLE PARANOID?
Phone bill high dis mont'.
NOT REALLY.

HI, CAN I HELP-- CROCODILES!! WHAT THE??
NO NO NO NO, NO BAD. GOOD. WE NEW NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR. WE START FRATERNITY. SEE SWEATER?
A FRATERNITY FOR CROCODILES? I'VE NEVER HEARD OF SUCH A THING. WHAT'S THE Z.Z.E. STAND FOR?
OH, DAT? IS GREEK LETTERS. YOU SAY IT MEAN "ZETA ZETA EPSILON."
BUT RODGER... JOESE... YOU!
HE DUMB. PRETEND HE NO HERE.