Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for November 11, 2012
Transcript:
Satchel: Wanna try my chicken a l'orange? Bucky: Sure, I'll have a go. Eww... This is terrible. What kind of orange did you use? Satchel: Both kinds: marker and crayon. Bucky: It tastes like a toilet seat. Satchel: Well, I know for a fact that's not true! Ha ha! Bucky: You sure you used a cookbook? Maybe it was a C.I.A. chicken interrogation manual and you got carried away. Satchel: Hey, that recipe had a Michelin Mark! Bucky: Tastes like it has marks from two goodyears and a few dun laps, too. Where'd you get a chicken? Rob never buys them. Satchel: I used yours, sorry. Bucky: I don't have a chicken. Satchel: It was in your drawer, the package said it was a masseuse chicken. Bucky: Wait... You mean my rubber chicken? Satchel: Is that different? Did it not have an official rubber therapist license?
I expect everybody has already “spotted” it, but let’s root for the mushroom cap! Mr. Fun Guy looks like a fungi!